Managed to quiet my inner editor long enough to push the novel to 86,126 words this week.
The puzzle pieces are starting to come together for my protagonist, which is making things a little easier. Each part of the solution they come across leads them on to additional questions, which reveals more of the solution.
All I have to do — I tell myself — is write down what they’re doing, what they’re thinking, and let the events I set in motion earlier play out.
It’s not that easy — it’s never that easy — but the lie helps, somehow.
I also keep reminding myself that: a) if it turns out that what I’m writing is crap, I can fix it in the next draft, and b) the only way to get better for the next novel is to finish this one.