The bad news is that progress on the book is imploding at the moment, and I wish that weren't so. It's been three days since I added anything to the manuscript. What makes this maddening is that I can see the end of the draft from where I am standing, and yet! Everything looks like junk, or I just haven't got the discipline to plow through the rough patch.
I'm ready to kick the dog, I swear. The temptation to start a new, more tractable project is strong, but I refuse to give in. I'm going to finish this damn book if it kills me.