Has this ever happened to you?

You're writing along, minding your own business, when all of a sudden you can't tell if what you've written is original, too-too-ordinary, lame, or totally ridiculous. I have come up with a couple of "devices" in my latest chapter that make me much afraid that the ridiculous one may be true. But I don't really know what I've got. I just want to stop writing now, please.

So closing in for the kill on this story, but it's like bricklaying at this point. I keep waiting for the yay-i'm-almost-done excitement to hit, but it steadfastly refuses to hit. It's just going to be one of those kinds of books, I guess.

Pocket protector

Random quote of the day:





They have one of these every year, but I liked this poster better than the one for 2007.