This morning I made the decision to scrap my novel-in-progress. It's not easy to junk 24,000 words, but I've done everything I know to get this thing moving, including:
--leaving it alone for a few weeks and then coming back to "see it fresh."
--going back to the last scene I liked and trying to re-plot from there.
--adding another "intriguing" point-of-view character.
--starting the story in a different place in its chronology.
--upping the stakes for the outcome of the conflict.
None of these methods worked. The thing is dead. R.I.P.
This leaves the question: What next? Haven't got a clue. I know writers who say they have hundreds of ideas, more than they could ever write, but I'm not one of those writers. So I don't know what next, and -- frankly -- it feels a little scary.