I told you all about the 50,000 words in 50 days challenge. I wrote with a fury. My word count grew. My esteem soared. Then after two weeks (a short 14 days), it happened. I got stuck. Not just a little Elmer's glue holding me back. This was more like I glued, duct taped, screwed down, cemented in place, surrounded by brick and mortar, with a fish hook pulling me away.
I knew I should just skip the scene and move on. Yet I knew the importance of the events that needed to happen. How can you just skip over something to significant? How can you just move on without understanding who your character got to the other side?
Days have passed. Many days. And I have not escaped. I open my word document and stare. I start a sentence, I delete a sentence. M y characters are standing in my mind, with hands on hips, feet tapping. They are frustrated. I am frustrated. I'm stuck.