I’m definitely in the middle of the story. I could feel it today while I was writing—the frustration of trying to move the pace forward without doing a huge infodump, the need to get critical concepts onto the page in an entertaining fashion.
I’m not sure I succeeded, but I got 648 words of something down, and I did manage to leave the story with a nice little surprise from Fred—something I’d intended for two scenes back, and then ended up having to cut.
I’ll know more about how much I like what I got tomorrow when I come back to it.
Meanwhile, it did feel good to get back to fiction, even if the early going was choppy.
So. How about you and your words?