Writing Isn’t Always About Writing

Yesterday I started a new scene in Book 3. It wasn’t a natural continuation of any scene before it, it was an abruptshift introducing a new character in a new setting who will, in a few more scenes, be engulfed by the main story line.

I managed to write this new character’s name down, then a sentence or two after that. Then I became completely and totally stuck. I knew nothing about this character. I knew nothing about her average day, or the color of her hair, or whether she likes to laugh or...