One year later. The plot had a beginning, a so-so middle, and no ending at all. Hardly the stuff from which great novels are written. So I dropped it. Didn’t write a word from July 2015 till now. It was always there, floating around in my head, waiting for a spark until one morning just before dawn, an idea! It wasn’t the most original idea ever conceived for a story, but it was something.
I wrote it down, thought on it, and added to it. A couple weeks later, I had 18,000 words and counting. It has new life.
So do I.
Writing is fun again.