April’s harddrive/trojan fiasco threw me for a real loop and switching to my hated backup PC just made it worse. I intended to be more or less finished with the novel I started in April by now. Instead, I’m barely a quarter in.

I still love the story and want to finish it but, I’m having a hard time getting back into it. Some days I just want to print the whole thing out and shred it or burn it.

Thing is, I know myself. I know that if I take a genuine break from it, I’ll never come back. Plus, I kind of feel guilty if I try to work on something else.

I’ve got no idea what I’m going to do now other than try and force my way through. Which will likely mean the story suffers.