I’ve been struggling with a novella for the last, oh, five months. I have to do a measly 25k words, but everything I’ve written has been crap. It makes no sense; I’ve done it already; it’s putting me to sleep while I type; even if my readers are high, they wouldn’t buy something this far-fetched; etc. After discarding 90k words, I realized it was because I was trying to write a story I couldn’t connect with and wouldn’t read if it had been written by someone else. Once I accepted I couldn’t write the story I thought I should write, there was peace and calmness…and, even better, I could see the story I want to write take shape.
Oh, happy days ahead.