Have you ever had that happen with a book you're writing? Have you ever said to yourself, why can't I just finish this (insert expletive here) _____ book?
I didn't used to have this problem. I could plow out a book, edit it, submit it, and be on to the next one in the blink of an eye. Why have I stopped being able to do it?
Well, because life became more complicated, my children's needs became more vast, and well I now have just about a million other things to distract me.
But I still really want to push out the stories with my hands shaking from the excitement of writing something really good. I don't want to have to start and stop.
So I'm going to have to readjust some things in my life and see what I can do.