...why I quit writing that damned book. I hauled it out yesterday and read it over, especially the last three or four chapters. I got to the end of Chapter 19, and that's all I had written back when I was working on it regularly. As I read it again, I realized I had absolutely no idea where to go from there. I guess I thought that letting it sit and percolate for, oh, three years would be a good thing. HA! I actually want to work on it again and I'm just clueless. Looking back on when I was writing the first 19 chapters, I don't remember struggling like this. The story just kind of flowed, and although I worked hard on the dialogue and different things, the story itself always knew where it was going. Till Chapter 19, that is. How frustrating! But I'm not giving up.