Swimming Upstream

That's what it feels like this week. I'm swimming upstream trying to get my WIP finished. Rogue Theta was going very well, until I hit I guess what you'd call the third act. Secondary characters are giving me problems - and fear that:

1. The plot is becoming too convoluted
2. I'm losing character voice - they're becoming generic
3. I'm trying to force a love scene in that doesn't belong

I've been eeking out a sentence here and there, mostly wasting a lot of time and procrastinating in any way I can. Today I cleaned out my office supply drawer [I didn't know how many erasers and pens I actually had!] just to kill time. I can't stand this. This is the 'pulling teeth' part of writing that I hate. This is when it feels like a job - but no matter how tedious it becomes, I can't stop. I have to keep at it because ultimately I love it. This is what I've always wanted to do, even when it's hard, even when it's frustrating and I feel completely useless at it.

I will get the story finished, but in the mean time my house will probably end up totally organized since the only time I really feel like doing massive cleaning is when I'm stuck on a scene.

Help. Help. Help.

I'm off to try to scrape together another sentence or two before I get distracted by dust or decide to alphabetize the silverware. Wish me luck.