Writing Bea Wolf 2 (finishing the story) is the hardest writing I've ever done. Doing narrative in poetry while also telling jokes is like having to tapdance while juggling greased water balloons. The worst thing is that now and then whole chunks come out perfectly, but most of the time it's an absolute doom-grind where I spend hours working on 100 words, then I hate almost all of them. In sum: blarg.