Only five days in and wilting. I'd reached the end of an idea run and wasn't sure where to go next. This coupled with the fact that I'd done a fair bit of writing on the new Horse-sur-mer novel today had me wondering whether I was going to get enough done to be happy with it.
I also felt the characters had spent too much time talking and not doing anything in particular. I usually find a break from it, especially a walk, gets the ideas flowing. Today, it was something far more banal, I tidied the kitchen, but even so, when I'd done it, I knew where I wanted the story to go next.