EMPATHY - Writelog 07
It's funny how real life can inform a work of fiction. One of the problems facing the protagonist of this story is the intrusion (physically and abstractly) into his private space and his ensuing loss of privacy. On the other side of the screen, I'm facing much the same problem, to the point that my space is not my own. I'd like to say that this is helping me, but really I believe that I'd be doing much better without people constantly in my face.
No matter. Everything progresses as it always does. As I move into the middle part of the manuscript, the work is alternately slowing down and speeding up. Such is the nature of the work, I suppose, but it is frustrating to be stalled out, even briefly.