Out, damn'd block! out, I say!

As a writer there is almost nothing worse than writer's block.  I should know.  I've spent the past 5 months hanging out with it.

I am in the midst of writing an e-harlequin; my first in the genre.  Six months ago I came up with a fantastic idea.  OK, that's not entirely true.  I came up with an idea I had already been working on and altered it to fit the project I wanted to do.  Sometimes stealing your own ideas is just a bad idea.

Don't get me wrong--I would never steal anyone else's ideas; that's just lame!  (I've had enough of my own stolen, I could never do that to anyone else.)  But when they're your own, you should have full reign right?

So that's what I did.

I went through my works in progress and found something I thought could work for my Harlequin.

It doesn't.

I mean, it might, if I had more room to make it fit.  But I don't.  I only have so many words to tell my story, so that means new idea.  Let me rephrase that, new short idea.  And fast.

Last night was my breakthrough.  Goodbye writer's block!  What an awesome feeling to sit down and crank out 5000 words.  (My butt didn't feel so awesome, but I tried to mix it up, typing while standing up...).  And they're 5000 good words.

But then I haven't really reread them yet.

So they might not be that good.

But I'm gonna stay hopeful and just not read any of it until I'm done.  Nothing like naivety to keep things fresh.