OH MY GOD, this draft hates me. Hate, with a capital HATE. ARGH.

Just…ARGH.

I keep thinking I know what this story is supposed to be. And I have the ending; I’m all set with that. But heck if I can figure out how to get there.

Maybe I should write the book backwards.

Maybe I should just blow everything up and then write “the end.”

Meh.

**grump**

This is because the other day, my aunt asked me where I get my ideas. And I told her I didn’t know. SHE CURSED ME. Because now I have no ideas. No, not true. I have ideas. And they aren’t working. ARGH.

Okay. If I’m going to have a pity party, I should get some wine.