I thought I was capable of writing a story; this story in particular, but I’m not. I can’t concentrate. The ideas swim in and are washed away much to fast. It’s like my mind is playing tricks on me, but this is my new reality.
In other words, the story is not progressing. I haven’t abandoned it, but have doubts about reaching the end (or even the middle). I’ll keep you posted on how I’m going.