It’s 8:21pm on Tuesday the 17th, and I’m officially calling it: The Apartment Complex story is on hiatus. On the back burner. Put aside for a bit.
It’s been three and a half months of thinking I could write the damn thing. I’ll get some really good work done, and it’ll work for about two weeks, and then it’ll crash and burn. Each and every damn time.
It’s not that it’s a story I can’t write. It’s definitely not that I don’t enjoy the story.
It’s that it’s not yet ready to be written. There are still far too many gaping holes in it. I don’t quite know what it needs, and just throwing more words at it isn’t helping. Nor is trying to restart it again and again. And trying to make myself believe it’s just a rough patch definitely isn’t helping.
I’ve decided, it’s time to call it. It’s at the point where I’m just wasting my time now.
So. Now what?
As it happens, I’m actually doing just fine with In My Blue World, so I’m going to continue with that as my 750Words project. I’m really enjoying writing that one and I’m having minimal issues with it so far. I’m glad I started that one, because that one’s saving me from feeling the “OH GOD I SUCK” that every writer gets.
Which gives me the evening writing session to do…what project?
Good question. I’ll have to think about that.
At least I’m finally starting to go through my spiral-bound notebooks that have been collecting dust.
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