A Double Edged Blade

It really sucks to be working on the novella and all of a sudden, feel like complete shit about it. As in, getting very depressed every time I start to work on it again. Now, with somebody else, I might wonder about self-doubts or regular confidence issues, but 99% of the time, that isn’t the case with me.

No, it means I did something wrong.

Problem? I have no clue what. Both this scene and the last read fine to me, and they do to Morgan, as well — or, rather, fine in the sense that we can’t pick out what’s wrong. Something feels “off” … but neither of us have a clue what.

Trying to work on it till I figure it out? Is gonna be like pulling teeth — if not impossible.

Usually I don’t mind this, because it’s normally not that difficult to figure out the problem and continue writing. Most of the time, POV is the issue — except I’m writing this in first person, so it can’t be that. Sometimes I wish I could just keep writing and then come back to edit this when it’s finished — but I know if I do that, I’m going to wind up up really bad off.

It’s almost like a form of writer’s block, in a way — only it’s not. It’s my red flag: “Yo, bitch, fix this shit.” It’d be nice if it came with the problem spelled out for me.
*grumbles and kicks something*

Dammit. I want to work on this, too. *sigh*

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