I had the hardest time writing at cafe tonight. But really I can’t blame it on cafe. I didn’t make it last week which meant much chatting needed to happen. And really I haven’t felt much like writing at all these days. I’m just frustrated with my spy novel. This happens a lot with my spy novel. I get into a groove, it last a few thousand words, and then I’m done. I just want to throw it on the fire and toast a marshmallow.
So far this week I’ve written 430 words. That’s since Saturday. Yep. That’s less than 100 words a day. Bleh.
On the plus side I think I talked D into reading a book I really liked. LOL. Glad I could help someone else to get their book out there.
I’m not sure the spy novel will ever see the light of day which is a little sad to me because it was my first. And there are parts of it, that I think are really, really high quality, especially for an action novel. LOL. But I’m not sure there’s enough meat on this carcass to give it legs.
Talk to me? Do you abandon a novel that is resisting being written? Or do you bang it out no matter how painful the process is?