Yes, yes, I know. Work through it! Don't abandon that baby! But, crikey, I've started that sucker from scratch four times and the protagonist still has no voice. I haven't given up on it; I still love the premise, but I've got to figure out what's wrong and there was no way on God's green Earth it was going to be finished in time. So I'm making nice with the chippy I had going on the side. That one has voice to spare.
And let me tell you, I am having such a blast with this one. I've gotten twice as far with my drafting in half the time. It's moody and has a weird structure and is told from three different perspectives. *sigh* Love. It. It may never sell for all the weird, but boy howdy do I love it. Which is all I can ask.
Hm. This seems short. Allow me to refer you to this, which is sweet and a tiny bit sad, but mostly funny in a bookish sort of way.
Oh, and for those of you who wondered -- I'm done licking my Superbowl wounds. We'll get 'em next year. (There are no fair-weather fans in my house. Those are my boys, win or lose. And yes, I mean MY. I'm very possessive.)
How was your weekend? (I already know about you, Megan. ;) )