Aborting the novel

In the last four days, I've written about 37,100 words. Writing them was surprisingly easy. At no time did I feel "blocked". But ever since the first thousand or so, I've been plagued by doubts as to the quality of the work.

About an hour and a half ago, I wrote a sentence, and I thought to myself, "I can't do this anymore." The sentence was bad. Most of…