There comes a moment -- often many moments -- as one writes a novel, when it all seems quite hopeless. A moment when the writer desires nothing more than to emit a loud raspberry sort of noise, and fall into a swoon on the nearest soft surface.
And thus, you find me. Oh, I’m still writing – chugging out my allotted number of words a day, but dear, oh dear, it is a painful process just now.
Not as painful as a story I once heard... |
