What I was doing was…

Beginning the next chapter of this draft of the novel, figuring I’d find an hour before the day got too hot to get into it. Just did my bare minimum of 15 minutes, outlining the chapter. Found it difficult to turn the plot outline summary into something especially inspiring so decided to knock it on the head and go for an evening swim instead. Felt quite discouraged, wondering if what I’d outlined was thin or repetitious or ill conceived, but I know that is a passing feeling and I will find a way forward. Spending one more day on it tomorrow before having a break for a few weeks.