I hate everything.
My last post was me whining about how I can’t seem to get over this hurdle I”ve put in front of myself to end this damn book.
Well today I pretty much hate everything.
And YA in general.
My characters are annoying me (even though like two days ago I was in love with them.) This plot is sticky (and not in a good way.) Words are stupid and I hate them.
Today is another day where I just wanna quit this.
BUT! I know that I can’t because if I leave it unfinished right now, I will not be coming back.
I’ve never had a problem pumping out the final 20,000 words to get a book done. Never. Well, once, but that was with The Book That Nearly Made Me Stop Writing. Totally different reasons for that. Anyway, I don’t know why this is confounding me so much!!
I have music. I have junk food. I have caffeine. I have a tangible prize that I bought myself SPECIFICALLY for when I’m finished writing this book. (It’s a $25 gift card to put more books on my eReader because that is what I use to reward myself. Books.) I also have beta readers chomping at the bit to get to this project. (2 waiting in the wings so that I can enter it in a contest, and I think 3 or 4 more for after, when I don’t win because I never win contests.*) I also have another project that is percolating and just waiting for me to start it — BEGGING TO BE WRITTEN.
I’m very frustrated.
Okay, enough rambling. These teenagers won’t come of age by themselves. (Or whatever the hell it is that I have them doing right now.)
What’s the worst part for you when you’re trying to end a project?
*Now that I’ve said that I’ll get it picked up in the contest won’t I?