I'm not sure if any of you other writers out there have these, but I have this book that I've been writing on and off since 2007--since Nanowrite of that year actually (not constantly but I keep going back to it for a week here or there and then abandonning it). This book simply won't let go of me. Over the years I'd have easily written 70-80,000 words on it, counting the many deletions and different versions of it. Yet what do I have when I look at this manuscript? Zippo. Absolutely nothing of interest is occuring between the couple. He's too nice and she's too whiny. They're on a tropical island and at some stage they'd probably have sex if I ever made it to that part, but for the entirety of the 2.5 years I've been fiddling with this book they've basically been arguing, eating, arguing again, going for a swim, lusting after each other in secret and then you guessed it, arguing. I don't know why I keep fiddling with it, perhaps it's my stubbornness. I feel that I should just be able to make the ms work because it's a very basic, friendship becomes affair becomes relationship story, but no matter what I do, it just doesn't.
I'm starting to think perhaps this couple simply doesn't belong together. They're boring me, so I wouldn't inflict them on an honest reader for the world. The problem is I don't know how to kick them out of my life--or off my hard drive. Sounds easy in theory but I feel like if I delete this limping ailment of a manuscript, the second it's gone I'll think of some brilliant plot idea that will make it magic.
I don't hoarde objects in my house, but I hoarde old defunct books on my hard drive. How do I cure myself of this bad habit?
(On the house front it looks like all is going ahead and we're officially moving in June. Well, that's a lot to think about isn't it?)