I’m online for a moment just to keep myself away from matches and lighter fluid. I hit this point in every book. Discovered yesterday that I’ve now hit it in LAST GIRL DANCING.
I hate all the characters, I hate the writing, I hate the story, and I want to immolate the whole damned project. Knowing that this is a stage DOES NOT HELP. Unfortunately. Having been here twenty-four times before does not help either.
At this point, I just want to be done with this book and get it out the door.