HERE’S HOW TO FINISH THAT FUCKING BOOK, YOU MONSTER | terribleminds | September 2016
That book you’re writing is mewling again in the dark. It’s a half-formed thing — all unspooled sinew and vein, its mushy head rising up out of the mess of its incomplete body, groaning and gabbling about this life of misery it leads. Its life is shit because you haven’t finished it. It’s flumping along on stump legs, pawing its way through your hard drive, bleating for attention. It needs words. It needs plots. It needs resolution.
YOU MONSTER.
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.
It’s okay. I’m here. I can help you.