I did, however, stumble across an Earnest Hemingway quote earlier this afternoon:
Write drunk, edit sober.
And thanks to a timely blogpost by Alan Chin, I've been reminded that the plot isn't the only thing that needs to arc. I know I suck hairy werewolf genitals when it comes to plot arcs, so I've been intensely focused on outlining this one. I finally got it to a place where I was immensely pleased with it, only to discover zero impetus to write it.
Because I had no emotional engagement with or interest in the characters.
News flash, Rhi. You let yourself forget that the characters need to arc as well.
So here I sit, munching edamame to curb the craving I parted ways with six months ago, and a glass of Bull's Blood in a salute to Hemingway's method of relaxing to let the muses do the work.
Or rather, to let the writer get out of their own damned way. I need to do that more often, let me tell you. Letting out the stories in my head probably wouldn't take half so long, if I could manage to find a way to do that. Reliably. Regularly. Right now, it's still like going through the full Catholic ritual of exorcism. Tends to be just as violent and bloody too, come to think of it.
Today's writer task is to outline the arcs of my three main characters. Yeah I know, getting a late start. The soldierporn was distracting.