Today is my deadline to finish my novel.

While I'd like to be pulling out the confetti and the Cuervo, the reality is that it is so not happening.

I was on a roll there for a while. I was writing every day, spitting out new chapters and scenes... and I even entered my first three chapters into a contest.

But for some reason--well, likely lots of reasons--the bottom fell out of my motivation. My middle is sagging, my character's relationship is in trouble (not for them, for ME!) and I've had a few moments where I think I should just say f*** it and forget about writing altogether.

Oh, the joys of being creative and a Pisces at the same time. It's like being pulled in 16 different directions at the same time while listening to a litany of 'you're not that good, you'll never finish'.

I think it's a good story that wants to be told. I feel Pete and Meredith (my main characters) tapping me on the shoulder and saying 'come on, lady, finish us!' I feel a hundred other plots brewing that want to be told.

This morning I am meeting one of my writing friends for a challenge; our group calls it Book In A Week. Basically you set a week aside and do nothing but write in every spare moment. I'm sincerely hoping my juices get flowing again; I only need 30,000 words or so!