Writers Block: The Reckoning

[wishingwell44]

 I've gotten through 6k+ plus words with Mend, a new character that I haven't written before (Scott Lang, I'm looking at you!) and enough angst that could fill up a 10 gallon bucket, twice.

So. 

Why am I back at the writers block point?

I have been wavering between these two moods:

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On one hand, I have plotted out the entire story to Mend and have little checkpoints I want to make to tell the story, but when I actually go to write the friggin thing, I'm stuck with Steve sitting on a fucking bench in San Francisco taking in the air and comparing it to Brooklyn. 

Yeah, no shit Steve. Air quality is a little different from the early 2000s to 2019 NoCal. 

To try and combat the writer's block I've also tried to write another one shot from a prompt fromprompthell. 

Let me tell you that's not working either. I feel like I'm returning to old roots of bad writing styles. I feel like I'm focusing too much on speech and internal monologues instead of well. Writing the fucking story that I want to write. 

But I think the fact that I'm in my little depressed hole again has a huge part to it as well. It happened in November as well. In my little word counter that I use to track my monthly word count it dipped tremendously. I think in October I had something around 12k words written and in November - barely 2k, and it was fucking difficult to write. So, it could be that. 

Or all the reasons. 

I don't want to scrap the new one shot I'm writing. I really really like the prompt (mending an item of their clothing that was ripped) because I feel as though it could evoke a lot of ideas of closeness between the two, but maybe I can start over, and over, and over again until I'm back out of the writer's hole.