And no, I'm not talking about my muffin top.
As a writer, the hardest part isn't getting started. I've got plenty of idea flying around in my brain, and getting a new manuscript going is as easy as jotting down some ideas in the middle of the night during a bathroom run.
And finishing the story isn't that bad, either. Usually, once I know how things are going to start, I'm pretty sure how they're going to end. So once I write the beginning, I write the end. Easy enough, right?
That's when the dreaded white space of death hits. Now I have to make the beginning meet up with the end in a cohesive, entertaining way. I have to create the subplots that will make the plot move forward. And I have to move things around, changing the order to create a story that makes sense. That's where I am with my WIP, and it kills me. Every time. So instead of working on my WIP, I'm polishing my already-polished manuscript, I'm querying like a madwoman, and I'm checking my writing email account every five minutes, just in case a rejection might have come in.
So here it is. I do so solemnly swear that this afternoon, after lunch, I will work on my WIP. I will come up with 1000 words. And I won't complain about it.