WTF?

The story seems to be taking it's course, but I still catch myself looking at the blank document with the cursor blinking on it without knowing exactly what to write. Sometimes it seems like the cursor's just mocking me, as if saying that I don’t know what to do anymore and that I should give up. But I insist. Even when I can’t write a thing in one document, I open another one and write something else. So, in the end, the cursor doesn’t win, and I, even without writing where I originally wanted to, still consider myself victorious in my success to write something worth it. But still, it looks like a deuce. I didn’t write where I wanted to, so the cursor wins, but I managed to write, so I win. This sounds more childish at every word I write.
Now, changing subjects to something more interesting (and also more serious), I've made a little progress in Twisted Jealousy Game, though I'm still getting along with some ideas I've had about the next chapter (the one I'm writing, not the one I've failed to post this weekend - sorry for that by the way). I swear, when I first thought about writing this story I hadn't think it'd be so hard. Forgotten Paradise was a piece of cake, and in some ways got me a little spoiled.