Hate

It’s official. I hate the book I’m writing on assignment for Monday. Hate it. Wish it was over already. Wish I never ever had to see it again.

I finished the first draft and am now editing it before the editor edits it before sending it to the corporation that owns the characters in it so they can edit it some more. It’s a grueling process. I should put a gigantic garish star on this post so I remember and never sign up to waste my writing days on a project like this again. Unfortunately, it will probably need to be revised at least a couple times. It’s so far from over I probably haven’t even reached the depths of my hatred for this book and anything in its near vicinity. If I see another book that even looks like this book in the next hour I might not be able to stop myself from tearing it up and we all know books should never be destroyed. This writing project has obviously turned me into a monster.

Or maybe I’m just hungry. True—it’s way past lunch.