freak out

Last night I had a minor freak out. Why? Because of this:

And this:

What do these two things have in common? The book I'm writing. I got bogged down last night in editing and re-writing and felt like this:

I was close to hitting the delete button and scrapping all 193 pages and 53,666 words and starting over. Lucikly, I have a best friend who was able to talk me down from the ledge at 10 o'clock last night. I did not delete the document. I just need to have a serious discussion with my characters and get to the heart of the issues that are currently going on, but right now they're not talking to me. It's very frustrating. But the dream of seeing MY book on the shelf at a bookstore is keeping me going. It's going to happen. I know it!