Not so much.
Today, as I write the second book in my new series, I am struggling. I love these characters. I lived with them for months when writing Shadows of Fate. But, today, I can't get a handle on what they would do in the newest crisis I have thrown them into. How can that be? By now I should know them inside and out. I tell myself I am a horrible writer, throw my hands into the air, and try not to scream (I am a writer, thus allowed to be temperamental).
Frustration is a powerful thing, and it leads to writer's block. I, for one, do not have time to search for my imaginary friends. I have deadlines for my first book I have to meet, deadlines for this book I have to meet, and a beautiful son that doesn't understand why mommy has to write when he wants to play. All of these things make for a stressed out Angela, and a stressed out Angela cannot be creative.
I try to slow my racing pulse, light a lavender candle (that's soothing, right?), and redirect my muse. I've always found that if I trick her into doing something different (successfully), she will be more than happy to help me after a brief stint away. Deep calming breaths, and good music are also absolutely necessary.
So, today, instead of chasing down my imaginary friends I am writing this blog...did it work? I'll let you know...