It took someone saying “Why don’t you take a break from writing your novel and write something else instead for a while” to get me going. It was exactly like having someone try to take away my toy, as a child, because I wasn’t playing with it anymore. All of a sudden, with the prospect of it being taken away, I wanted to play with it again. I thought, but it’s mine! And I felt possessive of it. How dare anyone suggest because I wasn’t playing with it, that I didn’t want to play with it anymore.
I know my reaction was childish and immature, but it wasn’t planned or contrived. It was a pure honest reaction, and it was enough to make me pause, and then open my novel file and start writing.
Admittedly, I did change the story’s point of view from the first word. I suppose that is sort of like writing something else for a while. I went back into my original point of view from my first novel, and it was like greeting an old friend. I may not keep these pages as part of the final finished work, but I am happy to report, I am writing something other than just this blog.