I'm struggling to write Hot 'n Haunting, the 2nd book in the Ghost of Granny Apples mystery series. It's not that I don't know what the story is. I do. It's not that I'm not spending time in front of the computer. I am. And it's not like the characters in the book aren't cooperating. They are. Even the ghosts.
What I've written so far, I like. So do the couple of readers I use as guinea pigs. But for some reason the remaining words are coming slower than usual. It's like there's a disconnect between my brain and my fingers. Like pulling an elephant through a keyhole. Like stuffing size nine feet into size 6 shoes. Like coaxing a cat into a bath.
Get the picture?
It's not writer's block. I know exactly what I want to say, I just can't seem to get the words to make the trip to the page.
Maybe I need to bait the words, like leaving cheese in a mousetrap. Maybe I can tempt them out with promises of something good and yummy. But what do you offer words stuck in the brain?
Come out and I'll give you a ... New hat? A Dove Bar? A pedicure? What will it take for you to come out of hiding and take your rightful place in the manuscript? Tell me. What? Name your price. Whatever is in my power to deliver, o' shy words of fiction, tell me and it's yours.