Stymied

I looked up the title word for today’s blog on Wiktionary, and the definition is definitely how I feel.  Puzzled and stuck. 

I have been working on the second installment of my story for Serial Central (the first is done and will be posted Sunday).  I know the scene: it is a conversation between two characters, as seen and heard by a third character.  I know the end result of the conversation, although I am not going to share it with you.  (I’m trying to avoid spoilers here.  You’re welcome.)  It is the conversation itself that has me stymied.

My brain simply refuses to work on it.  When I set out to play out the dialog in one of my usual places (the car, the shower, trying to fall asleep) my mind veers off in a multitude of other directions.  I have reached the first time in writing fiction that I am going to have to force the issue.  I am hoping that by sitting down and compelling my brain focus on the scene, it will prime the pump and words will flow.  If not, I’ll simply have to sit there and make it happen.

As long as the end result doesn’t feel forced, I will be content.  You’ll have to tell me how I did when it posts.  🙂