My brain may be feeling a little log-jammed these days when it comes to the final writing push on my novel, but it is the truth of the work-a-day writer that the words cannot stop flowing just because the heart is struggling. 

As an alternative to cranking out more chapters to my paranormal fiction efforts, I have instead created a collection of documents in my word processing software that are begging for fresh keystrokes and luring me into the mentality of “just write something” on a routine. 

It is, after all, ineffective and self-defeating to plunk down at a keyboard and either write nothing or write words that leave one unsatisfied with their ultimate purpose.

That is to say, I feel it is important to write, but writing junk for the sake of hitting a daily word count strikes me as counterproductive.

In an effort to achieve that aforemention word count, I instead find myself nudging the metaphorical boulder of my novel up the hill a only just few modest steps each day but then gazing across the landscape of the dozens of other boulders I’ve been nudging and wandering off a for some quality time nudging each of those a little bit, too. 

The result has been that I have both continued my daily efforts to put digital words onto digital paper and also succeeded in creating a few thousands of words of other writing on projects like podcast scripts, short stories, character sheets, blog posts, and essay collections—and the novel inches stepwise ever closer to a conclusion.