I am always amazed at the ways of inspiration.
I have multiple pieces going right now: a handful of short stories, a few poems, and a novel. I try to write on each new piece every day. Some days, it's only a few words apiece, making for horribly slow progress on them all.
Regarding the novel: for the past few weeks, it has almost felt like the story itself were stalling, with the narrator refusing to advance the story he is presently telling, as if afraid to reveal what comes next--but really, it's all because of the writer's own halting pace and agonising indecisiveness. I just wasn't sure how to reach to the next plot point. I was on the verge of putting it aside for a while and re-examining my outlining.
Then, whilst working on a whole other piece (a gift of verse for my wife, it so happens), inspiration struck. And I knew exactly how to carry the story forward. All by applying one verse's ideas to another.
And once again, I was astonished at how each and every word progresses precisely as it should.
And as ever, I am amazed at the ways of inspiration.
