It's on the wall!

After many long months of agonizing over my work in progress, I read a bit of advice I'd seen numerous times before, and realized that I hadn't actually been giving myself enough time to THINK. So I changed my daily goal from writing, to thinking a minimum of two hours a day.

It resulted in this:


YAY, I was finally touching story again, and was able to carve off all the deadweight from my manuscript and move ahead with purpose. More importantly, that sick feeling of dread was gone. (Good riddance.)

Weirdly enough, though, I've worked this way before. Here's where I was tearing my hair out in 2009 trying to figure out how to wrap up the Channeling Morpheus series.

And here I am struggling with PsyCop in 2007...

So, I don't get it. Why did I stop this type of planning when I knew it worked?

What the heck, did I somehow not realize that I would just magically know what to type? How can you understand something so basic (writing is more than just typing, it's thinking) and then forget it? Maybe I'd moved to lengthier journaling-type planning and forgot the organizational power of the movable note.

Weird. But hooray. Now, onward.