As some of you may recall back in February I was working on a book called Thanet's Curse. It's the sequel to my wip Blackburn's Prisoner. Well, I gave up on it. Yup. Up and quit. But then I was inspired by Falen/Sarah and decided, hey, let's try some outlining garbage first.
So I cut up pieces of paper, scribbled, and ended up with this:
Each color is for who the scene focuses on. It looks worse than it is. Hopefully.
Guess what I figured out? I have four more chapters to write. Four! SO close to the end, and I gave up. Especially because I have bits and pieces of aforementioned chapters, so it's even more ridiculously close to finish. ESPECIALLY because I can usually write a chapter a day. (Unless I'm un the midst of a week of finals. Bleh. Then I do nothing but text myself sentences here or there, or pretty much everywhere. Except when I'm driving. No texting while driving. I would hit a horse. Because I would be so off-road I would be in a state where there are lots of horses and I would hit one. And you don't want me to hit a horse do you? Didn't think so.)
Thus the moral of the story is: Don't hit horses while driving, and don't let horses drive cars.
This horse is secretly texting! *GASP!*
Wait, no, no, no. The moral is: Don't give up. Do NOT quit. Whether you want to give up on being a writer, on writing a paper, a poem, a stupid novel that will not cooperate properly, do not give up. Sometimes you just need a little time away. Sometimes you just need to do a little outlining. (Did I just say that? Me? Condoning outlining? The world has officially been turned haphazard.)
Another reason not to give up: My friends/randompeople would run at me with knives, pitchforks, and torches. I am sure of it.
So in order to not being chased by a raving mob, keep writing and don't give up. Or else.