And I've been writing at it anyway for the last two months, despite this feeling. I dunno. I just can't see why anybody would care, which is not the attitude to take into a book, or nobody will care.
It's stupid and I hate it and it's getting stupider with every word I write. And I swear, if the goddamned guilt monkey would leave me alone, I would just shove the fucking thing in a drawer and not look at it until I get my rewrites done for Bridge and Scardown.
I want to work on a project I don't hate with a passion for a while, I think.
Although I am vaguely less pissed off at the universe for having had a good loud shriek. So perhaps I'll go see about this next damned scene.