It was a close call this weekend. Nearly 40,000 words almost went out the window when I decided I hated this story with all the passion of a burning sun. Yes, hate. Loath. Utterly despise. Seriously, I almost dumped all I had written and started on something else.
I watched the Olympics (go Team USA! And those single member teams like Team Ghana's Kwame whose last name won't copy from BBC to Blogger.) Did my taxes, glared at my screen, and hoped for inspiration... watched more Olympics. Yes, I love the Olympics, winter or summer, I'll watch just about every sport. Took a nap.I still hate this story. Seriously, I don't know why, maybe because it's giving me so much trouble. But I don't want to work on it. I dread it. I want to work on anything else. Everything else! I have other stories I want to get to, but I thought I had to finish this one before getting to them. Since I can't seem to get through this one to get to those, what's a writer to do?
Still, it's all about perseverance. If Kwame can qualify for the Olympics, I can get through this story, right? RIGHT?! How do you get through tough stories like this?
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