I did write yesterday. I have not written anything–yet–today. I still might.
I’ve come to the conclusion that it is just–or, at least, mostly–that I’m still finding my way into this story. A story that is not the one I had expected or prepared to be writing at this time. There are things I just need to figure out, still. And, since I don’t have any momentum built up yet, it’s hard to visualize the next scene so that I can write it. That will change with progress–and time spent just thinking about the story. Which I have done today.
I have to keep reminding myself that this is a first draft. It doesn’t have to be perfect–or even good. It just has to get the story out where I can fix it.
I may decide to skip ahead–something I don’t usually like to do–to write a scene or two with characters from the first books–characters I already know–in order to get things moving along better. We’ll see.