yesterday

…I wrote pretty well, for the first time in a week. I had been sidestepping a particular POV because it scares me, and so things stalled. The subconscious is a ruthless, pitiless terrorist organization. Mine certainly tortures me into going places I’d rather not be. So I spent yesterday in the head of a male character I have avoided until this point. And yes, it’s moving along now. And yes, I’m grumpy about it.