Why do writers get all the pity? They get the slightest bit stalled, and suddenly they're crying all over the place. And they even give their predicament a name: writer's block. Like it's a psychiatric syndrome or something.
Boo-frickin-hoo. Hey, Writer Boy. Your mama just called, and she said to tell you your bottle's ready.
Well, what about us readers? No one gives any thought to the problem of being a mildly compulsive person who's blocked in their ability to finish a book, and how psychologically detrimental this is. And how about giving it a cool name? Literary lethargy? Reader's remorse? Fiction fantods? Er, maybe I'll keep working on that.
I've been stalled on page 92 of The Kite Runner for more than five months. I've managed to read twenty-four other books since then (yes, I counted; see comment above re: mild compulsiveness), but I just can't pick up The Kite Runner again. I know it's supposed to be a good book; everyone keeps telling me that, and I do like what I've read so far. But ever since [SPOILER] Hassan was raped [/SPOILER] I can't get over the dread that keeps me from resuming reading it.
It gets better, right? I don't need a trite happy ending, but I need a glimpse of sunshine through the clouds. Can someone whose read this book throw me a bone? Or at least some tales of commiseration about your own literary Waterloo? I'm having self-esteem issues.