I've tried to write a novel called 4 Kinds of Homicide for a little over a year. I can't get past Chapter 5. Stuck. Dead in the water. But every month or so I've written a new short story. I now have two collections of stories about to come out and a few stories for two more collections. Obviously, I don't have classic writer's block.
Thirteen days ago, I had a sudden insight: I hate my main cha…