It started off because I realized I was beating a dead horse trying to make the novel work the way I thought it needed to work. When I was writing, I was producing a lot, but it was all terrible. Or maybe not terrible, but it rang false, as if I were trying to shoe-horn in stuff that never needed to happen. And then work got crazy and the holidays came around and I just wanted to collapse and not think about it for a while.
So I just stopped, for a bit.
Which for me is excedingly strange. I may hop to other projects from time to time, but I don't actually stop writing all together. I can't explain it except to say, I think I needed the break. I think I needed to clear my head and let go of some things I'd been trying to hard to hold onto as far as how the book came together.
So I did. I let the holidays and work sort themselves out and now - things are better. I think I can go forward with the project now. Oh and one more thing - the book is SO, SO, SO MUCH BETTER.
But that still means I've got a lot of work to put in - I've waxed on and on about this book over the last few years. I've said before that I've ready to be done. I need to move on. I have other books I need to write. I just have to get this one right first.
Fingers Crossed, I might actually be getting somewhere.