Ugh.
I can't stand to read what I wrote for last year's National Novel-Writing Month, but it's been so long that I don't remember it well enough to outline what still needs to be written! Bleaaaugh!
Part of me (ok, a large part) wants to just give up and throw it all out, but I know that's a bad idea because I never finish anything. Somehow I have to muster the determination and sheer god-damnedness to write the rest, but... yuck. It's such dreck! Total dreck! To quote Bill the Cat, "Ack! Ptui!"
Ok, time to do something else now. Preferably something that doesn't leave me quite so disgusted. I know... I've got some bread pudding in the oven that needs checking on. That's much better than beating myself around the head with my shitty, shitty incomplete novel.