The Year I Went Bonkers

Sometimes I really hate this book.  I'm severely emotionally attached to it, but not for the reasons you might think.  Sometimes I feel like it's lost its focus, or maybe it just has a different focus than I originally intended.  I have such a love/hate association with it.  It's a theme I write about time and again, I know, but this variation I have to examine, and I have to finish this book and get it out there.  

It's really frustrating though, for reasons I don't understand.  

I was just thinking about it, and I think the reason it's gone wrong, and the reason it's so important to me, is it's very much about myself and my feelings, whereas it was meant to be about Q.  Instead, my other book, Purple Butterfly, is centered around her.  But maybe I need to have both of them, as companions.  I don't know.