I don't know if the rest of you feel this way, but in almost every project I reach a point where I get totally discouraged. I'm revising away, working my way through the ragged awful prose of my first draft, and I start to feel like there is no way I'll ever make the book work. There's no conflict. The characters are stereotypes. The writing is cliche-ridden and just plain awful. I'm starting to feel like there's no point in keeping on going with it.
But I love this story. I loved writing it. I threw my heart and soul onto the page and tore out pieces of myself I've never offered before. While I was writing it, I loved it. Why is it so crappy now? Why is the pacing so languid? Why can't I get my characters to the place they need to be?
My big problem is that I can't figure out where I've gone wrong, where I made the wrong choice and fell off the track. I know I get back on it later, but right now, I feel like the book is wallowing around, directionless. And it's making me depressed.
Is this where I give up on this one and move on? Or do I keep throwing myself against the wall?