I HATE IT!!!!!!!! It is a fifty ton weight around my neck. I want to toss it into the ocean, but then all I want to do is follow it to the depths. It’s like Frodo’s freaking ring. My prrrrrecious! Argh.
I keep thinking about how much of my life I’d get back if I weren’t so addicted to this novel. I’d have more psychic space! I’d have more SLEEPING time. I’d have more leisure time. My mind wouldn’t like, blow up because it’s trying to balance my day job responsibilities while trying to carve out space so that I can imagine my novel’s world.
It sucks me down, some days. It really does.
Today, as I have been for at least a week now, I am totally stuck somewhere in the novel, sometime in the 1960’s in New York City with my characters. And we’re just milling about aimlessly, saying the lamest stuff to each other, like extras on a movie set.