I've been staring at it all day, and I have squeezed out only about a page of really stilted conversation. Seriously. All day. I have also found myself procrastinating. From writing. That's just not right, damnit! Writing is what I do to procrastinate! What the hell is going on? Why won't they co-operate? DAMNIT. *kicks them*
The really frustrating thing is that I know what happens *after* this scene; I've got the next fifty pages or so actually plotted out, but I don't want to just skip ahead and write that, because I always do that and it's kind of a cop-out and a bad habit I want to break. I'm only about a hundred pages - three stories - away from finishing this. I want to finish this. I have done *research*. I have pictures. I did an outline, for crying out loud! Which, admittedly, I only do when I'm within spitting distance of the finish line, but hey! I've got one!
I'm going to climb into the story and throttle them, I swear. *growls*