Another 1,700 words in the story yesterday afternoon, bringing me up to 6,981. I now know more about obscure Baroque intruments than I ever thought I’d know.

As I expected, I’m feeling a bit of resistance to working on this novella. I’m experiencing the odd double sensation of wanting to be writing because I enjoy it (when it’s flowing, of course), and not wanting to be writing because it’s work and I’m understandably rather weary of setting words down. And because I began with a vague idea and started writing to discover what happens, I don’t have an outline to fall back on to see what I should address next when I exhaust my current scene. Or rather, I have a few jotted notes that describe various events and conflicts in the story, but I need to write a bridge from where I am now to get to the first one. I’m going to put the word [bridge] in square brackets and highlight it, and then just start writing that first event today. Writing that event will give me a better idea of what needs to happen in the [bridge] section.

Today I will also practice the Beethoven at least once, hopefully twice. Yes.