I am deep with the country named Revision Hell. It’s a land full of quicksand and chasms. Horrid places where everything you have previously written turns to crap. Plot lines wither and die. There is no conflict. Your hero becomes inane, you heroine vapid.
Revision Hell sucked the middle out of my book, chewed it up and spat it out. It’s not pretty. The only way out is to write. It is a solitary journey.
I’ll leave you something pleasant to look at while I’m making my way out.