…is bad. I know it. But I do it anyway.
I haven’t really wrote anything in a week. Finished up my prologue & wrote my epilogue and finished chapter 11. I began chapter 12 last weekend – now – I haven’t been able to work anymore on it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m having issues finishing it or not. I know how I want to end it. I basically already wrote the ending. But the middle. The peanut butter, if you will, is still missing. All I have is bread that has a little bit of jelly on it. I have to figure out the ‘peanut butter’ or I’ll never finish it. I have thought, since I am still working on the parts, that I would go back & correct it. However, what I do when I do that is fix it. “Butcher it”. Then it will end up like the short story I wrote a few years ago – in the bottom of my closet never to be finished. This story, however, I don’t want to do that to.
I want to finish it. I want to try & get it published. I want to feel a book, written by me, in my hands. But I wonder a lot if I will ever finish it. At this rate – I won’t.