Mercedes R. Lackey says there’s no such thing as writer’s block. It’s just your subconscious telling you that what you’re about to write is old, stale, and boring, or else you’re about to force your characters to do something that doesn’t make sense. Well, okay, Mercedes is a #1 NY Times bestseller, has published 131 books, and is beloved by legions of mesmerized fans. She is a supernatural phenomenon, or else she’s made a deal with a Crossroads Demon. I am not, and haven’t, and don’t have, and can’t find one, although I do plan to plant yarrow in my yard come real spring in New Mexico. Until then, I can confirm she hit the nail on the head except for the fact that there’s nothing subconscious about it.
I know Chapter Twenty is boring and stupid. That’s the problem. I even know why. It suffers from info dump. It lies there inert on the page. It reads like a term paper. I need a cure for info dump. Okay, what is it?
I like Helen Mirren’s advice to find my secret message inside the story. My secret story within the story. Hope springs eternal. I believe this is going to work out.
Eclectic Magpie 