What do you do when you are at the point of your revision that you are convinced you are writing the most useless, boring, piece of crap ever written? Or maybe you don’t go there, but I do. Every time.

I love you. I hate you. I love you. I hate you.

Okay, so I am turning once again this morning to Stephen Koch’s The Modern Library Writer’s Workshop for some inspiration:

Every writer must be taught how to write every book she or he writes, and the teacher is always the book itself. Writing becomes good by accretion. It builds on itself; it picks up its own cues, it takes its own suggestions. You rarely start out knowing exactly what you are doing or what is to come, and by the time you reach the middle, you rarely know how you are going to get out alive. The project must be your guide, and it will not be finished teaching you the job until the day you type the final page. Then, if you are lucky, it will let you go.