writer's gloom

Writer's gloom: The absolute unshakeable conviction that your work is horrid, that the piece you've been slaving over is fit only for birdcage liner / a waste of perfectly good electrons, that you've been deluding yourself about any ability you might have to string three words together in an entertaining or insightful or even coherent fashion, and that you'd be much better off chucking the MS / computer off the nearest cliff and getting a job scrubbing toilets, because then at least the crap you'd be exposed to every day wouldn't be your own.

Which is to say, last night was rough, and I'm grateful that I have people who are willing to say "no, really, it's pretty decent. especially this thing you did here, i liked that a lot."

Have very nearly hit a brick wall on Junkyard Dog. I know how this scene ends and I know in general terms how the story wraps up (unless it doesn't), but everything after this scene is a big blank. Oh well. I'll finish the scene tonight (and post a wordcount), and then I'll type a few lines of dialog, and then a bit more, and then I'll know what the next scene is. The only way out is through.

verbage: Junkyard Dog

Words: 465
Total words: 2420
Neat things: Janey, Turk. Turk, Janey.

That's wordcount over the course of the last couple of days. Taking the Neo and writing at lunch seems to work alright as long as I don't sit in the sunny spot. (Naptime is good and useful but it doesn't increase the wordcount any.)

This is the scene that never ends, it's twice as long as the previous longest scene and still not done. Tonight was only a hundred words or so, plus whomping a few TBDs elsewhere. I think I'm avoiding finishing this scene. I think that's because then I have to write the next one, which involves figuring out what the heck it is.