Process Stories

I'm in a crappy place today.  Not in real life – in real life I'm in southern California, its 70 degrees on the first day of March, it can't get much nicer.   No, I'm in a crappy place in terms of my book.  I'm at that place that every writer knows and dreads, the place where you start to question everything, and nothing is as good as it was when it was bright and shiny but still solely in your brain.   Where you just want to pull everything apart, or shake your characters and scream "what...