Many writers say that if things aren’t going well, just keep plugging away. What you write when you think you’re doing awesome isn’t that much different than when you’re really struggling.

I’m proving that theory wrong.

So I’ve mentioned this story that was rather complicated and was really flowing. I’d written 4K words in a few sittings and, a little over two weeks ago, I mentioned that I thought I had an ending.

This thing has turned into a full-blown crisis. It now stands at about 6.5K words and I’m probably another 1K to the finish line and I now officially find the whole thing revolting. It’s like that moment in a relationship when you realize the girl you’ve been seeing for the last month is certifiably psychotic. I wrote 500 words tonight over the last hour and it felt positvely sisyphusian.

I should have worked on another story. This one and I aren’t on speaking terms right now.