I have the day to myself. I am sitting in my usual writing spot, all cozy, laptop raring to go. And I am stuck.
Maybe it's too quiet. Usually when I get my writing time, it's delicious little moments of silence here and there. They are rare and they are special, and they put me in the mood. I am not at all in the zone right now. I'm trying to be in the zone... but I'm not in that place where the story is wrapping itself around me and whispering in my ear, as much as I wish I were. I'm trying to work on the opening scene, in which my MC's mother is the focus, and she refuses to tell me her name (which is very true to her stubborn character), which in turn is making none of what I'm writing sound right.
To add to the fun, carpal tunnel has reared its ugly head, at least only on my right side, but it is making itself known all the way from my wrist up my arm into my neck and I pulled a muscle in my back putting Curly Jones down yesterday, so it feels like one giant pain from my wrist to my back. Probably doesn't help much that I'm here, typing away, but it doesn't make it hurt any worse, either. If I can't kick any of my WIP out now (which I hope does not turn out to be the case), I'll put my wrist brace on and go back to the novel I've been reading (Madapple by Christina Meldrum).