Yesterday, I finally finished the chapter immediately before the chapter/s that will be the climactic scene in the book, and there were honestly times where I didn't think I'd make it. I've never been one to believe in the idea of forcing yourself to write when you don't want to. (But then, I can't live off my royalties, so who knows.) I was afraid of making it a chore. But despite this mindset, I forced myself to write while going through a stressful 18 months, and the writing was a chore. I think I kept going because I was terrified of admitting to myself that I might have lost my love for something I'd been doing since I was 14. Finally, things lessened up, and I started to like writing again, and finally the ideas started coming. But I'm left with three quarters of a book I didn't enjoy writing that will need significantly more revision than any other book I've written.