Every night I sit down to write Issue 12. I sit down in front of Scrivener and I stare at it, working out various permuations in my head, writing, revising, going back, editing, writing more. Every day I advance a few hundred words, which isn't nearly enough.
I know I'm going to finish this damned issue. That's not in question. But what is maddening to me is how freaking long it is taking. I've put everything else aside (except for my day job, which I really can't put aside because MONEY). The new chapter to The Points Between is closer to being finished than Issue 12, but that's still on hold because I have. to. get. this. stupid. issue. finished.
In the late 90s/early 2000s computer magazines were talking about the "last mile problem," which was the logistical difficulties in getting the US fully connected with high-speed internet. The "last mile" was, essentially, that last mile of wiring you needed to do to complete the connection.
This is my last mile problem. Issue 12 isn't the end of the serial, but is the end of year one, and a significant point in the plot. I'm still digging and laying wire, working my way to the house.
ok I feel better now.