I'm in the middle of the slow, grinding slog of writing Chapter 8.
In a way it's mind numbing. Brutally depressing. So many starts and then stops, and then backtracking, editing, revising, rewriting ... and let's do it all again.
Nothing abnormal. I'm used to this gauntlet whenever I start a new project, but in some ways this one is different.
First is the fact that I know it will get published. The Empty Everything will be available online next Fall. It's a promise I made to myself. So, getting this right means so much of what I do now has extra weight. No more screwing around. No more hiding behind "It's not quite ready yet" excuses.
Second ... well, having been through this before in a myriad of unpublished novels, I was hoping it would be easier. Nope. Not a chance.
So, I stopped writing for the past couple of days and hit the research trail again. Gained a few insights and today I'm back at the keyboard. Going to plow through to the end this weekend, I hope.