It was bound to happen – given how well writing had been going for several weeks. The crushing blow that is writer’s block has struck with the angry force of a thousand boulders crashing upon me. Angry boulders with scrunched brows over beady red eyes. As they fall they shout things like, “You don’t know what you’re doing!” “Writing is pointless! Almost as pointless as this book – which is the most pointless of all books in the history of forever!” “Who are you to think you’d ever be published!?”

At least the writer’s block hasn’t deadened my ability to write about how much I hate writer’s block.

I probably won’t ever understand why one week I can read a few chapters I’ve written and think, “This is a pretty good story! This is fun to read!” and the following week read the same chapters and want to hurl my computer at the wall in despair – despair that comes with being the worst writer of all time. Including Stephenie Meyer and that chick who wrote 50 Shades. Yeah, writer’s block takes me to some dark levels of self-loathing.

I have reached the point with my current book where writer’s block claimed me for a good two months during my previous book attempt. It is that point where the beginning is over and we know the characters and everything is coming together . But most importantly – and most horrifyingly – things are actually starting to happen.

I am very good at beginnings. I like meeting characters and establishing things that will carry through to the end – relationships, plot points, twists. Then I hit this point – usually around the 25,000 word mark – where I start to hate all of it.

The hate isn’t mutual though. The characters are still bouncing around my head wanting to be written. And I want to write. But I can’t, because I simultaneously hate everything I have written and am ever going to write.

Despite the agony, I know that this too shall pass. I bought some notebooks and will attempt to write by hand because my computer screen makes me angry. Being a writer is being an artist, and artists are crazy and emotional.

The end.