Quit dithering. Sit your ass down and write that chapter.
No, really. I mean it.
Think about it this way, honey. When you're 50, you are not going to be too happy with yourself for sitting here putting it off. You are not going to like the excuses you came up with. Trust me.
So fucking what if it's not perfect. So fucking what if it's "hard" (no one said it would be easy). So fucking what if you get done with it and it sucks shit and no one wants to read it. Who are you writing this for anyway? No one but you in the first place, so pack up Pamela the Inner Editor and send her off to Hawaii for the rest of the week and GET IT DONE.
Much love,
-Me
