I'm at that funny place in the writing process where I mostly have a story. I can talk about it, make it sound like a story. I've even got an entire plot outlined. I know my characters, I've been through almost every chapter of John Truby's The Anatomy of Story (my bible for story creation). But there are still holes. And my brain is tired. Rather than just filling holes and moving forward, I find myself pacing around the holes, secretly hoping they'll magically fill themselves.
So I've spent most of the past week not writing, but reading voraciously. I've been seeking out young adult and middle grade books similar to my own, and outlining their plots, analyzing their symbols, and pondering their characters. I even found myself happily watching the movie version of the musical Annie the other day.
I'm a little worried I'm just killing time, treading water until I have enough energy to move forward with my work. But every so often as I'm reading, I end up scrambling for my notebook to scrawl down a difficult question, or grabbing my computer, so I can type an observation. I like to think, as my mind processes all this story, somewhere in a back room wheels are turning. At least, that's the theory.
Do you ever have to immerse yourself in story to move forward?