Like water, like glue

Some stories flow like water. Tragedy of Ice was like that for me. I sat down a year ago, back in February 2015, and hammered out the whole manuscript in under a month.

Some stories are like glue, though. Comedy of Rain is like this right now for me. I started it during NaNoWriMo 2015, and the writing has oozed along, getting stuck along the way, building up obstacles, and meandering in ways I don't want it to go.

I wish I knew why some stories are more like the latter, as I think it would help me get through the massive difficulties I've faced with getting this one down on paper. I don't know what it is about Comedy of Rain. I have bullet points—bullet points!—detailing everything to do with the final chapters, and I just can't seem to sit down to write anything past 200 words at a time at this point.

It's sluggish, but more importantly: frustrating. I know exactly what I want to write. I write when I am in front of the screen, but I can't do more than those painstaking 200 words at a time.

But ultimately: I am writing. So unless a block happens altogether, I'm still making progress, and that's what matters.