I love the writer's life. Really.

So, yesterday I was all excited because I scribbled over a thousand words. YAY PROGRESS OMG.

Today?

Not a single word of fiction has passed my keyboard. I'm freely dispensing advice over at Yahoo Answers and ranting a bit on IMDB, but my own writing has done nary a thing today. And it's the same problem I had when Alex was researching Ben's werewolf problem--I have no idea what his protocol should be.

My protag has zombie blood, and mice. The power is out, which means the only electricity he has is courtesy of the generator in the motor home they used to vacation in. He lives in a small Texas town, and is the local Medical Examiner. And his seventeen-year-old daughter has been zombified.

I have no idea what he does next.

*bangs head on keyboard* WRITING IS HARD ARGH.

I love the writer's life. Really.

So, yesterday I was all excited because I scribbled over a thousand words. YAY PROGRESS OMG.

Today?

Not a single word of fiction has passed my keyboard. I'm freely dispensing advice over at Yahoo Answers and ranting a bit on IMDB, but my own writing has done nary a thing today. And it's the same problem I had when Alex was researching Ben's werewolf problem--I have no idea what his protocol should be.

My protag has zombie blood, and mice. The power is out, which means the only electricity he has is courtesy of the generator in the motor home they used to vacation in. He lives in a small Texas town, and is the local Medical Examiner. And his seventeen-year-old daughter has been zombified.

I have no idea what he does next.

*bangs head on keyboard* WRITING IS HARD ARGH.