I'm cruising right along, 12,000 words under my belt, when suddenly it hits, a virus. UGH. Now I lie around without enough energy to sit up and type. This blog will be short.
The thing that gets me is how annoying it is to want to write and not be able to. When the muse is with me, I've got to get it out. Now, I'm just going over and over things in my mind. I want to write so bad. Plots and arcs are forming.
So that's were I'm at. Stuck in neutral.