After gliding through several chapters with gleeful ease, I have entered a swampy mire. The territory I just crossed so blithely seems fraught with the dullest of dangers, and the way beyond it is suddenly unclear. I suspect the cold virus is a contributing factor, as are the needs of the day job, but my wordcount has slowed dangerously.
That said, to ask the question is often to answer it. I note with satisfaction that I am quicker than I used to be at identifying problems in the work. If I feel like something is wrong, I know that I can trust that feeling, and that I will find a way around it.
The Prometheus Tapestry
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