The moment has come that I have been dreading since the emanation of this project: I’m stuck. I’m really, really stuck. I’ve had blips here and there in the last couple of months, but I could power through them and end up with at least a scene if not two. But, the kids got sick, I got sick, I stopped writing for a few weeks, and the excuses piled up. After just a few weeks of not writing, I am already completely out of the practice. Writing is not just inspiration, writing is work. Hard work. It’s also mentally exhausting at times as you’re trying to dig into character’s emotions and simultaneously working through your own. The last time I sat down to write, I eked out a few hundred words, nothing to cover the looming thousands that I’m behind on.