This is ridiculous.
I KNOW where I want this story to go. I do. I know, for sure.
I KNOW where I am in this story.
I CAN'T WRITE IT. It has become impossible to communicate. Somewhere, in the long trek from my brain to my fingertips, my words are mangled and destroyed.
I EVEN HAVE AN OUTLINE. GRR.
2 pages in to chapter 12, and my book thinks it is over.
YES. IT THINKS.
Time for a nice, stiff coca-cola.
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