Glamor Glory and Fame
To distract myself, I'm working on this other thing. Well. I'm working on this other thing because it has a deadline, and I haven't written with a deadline in years. Anyway. And I find it distracting.
What I'm running in to is that I like the world I'm making, and I like the story I'm trying to tell, but I'm really not happy with the story I'm actually *writing*. I suspect that if someone else wrote what I've got so far and handed it to me, I'd say "Nice, but you haven't gotten to the beginning of the story yet." Actually, I know that's what I'd say. So that's a couple thousand words that I'm just throwing down the pit, trying to get it high enough that I can walk across.
Have you ever sat down and figure out how many books you'll need to sell to make a living? Don't. It's depressing. Or I'm bad at math. But I'm not bad at math...so there you go. Depressing.