Even though the writing process is work, literally built one word at a time, when writing lives inside who you are, walking away isn't an option. Characters whisper to you. Settings beckon to be created. Plots align themselves within you.
But when my current work in progress, now seventeen chapters in, told me it began in the wrong place, that instead it begins *here* (chapter 7), discouragement settled heavily into my heart. Immediately, I wanted to change and revise and fix. But that means the rest of the story doesn't get told for a long, long time.
Two writer friends told me to keep writing and think about the rest later. One @mention on Twitter from Noelle Pierce came to mind also. She told me this a few weeks ago (when I said I don't even know if I write well): Get the story out...writing "well" comes in edits.
I'm sticking it out in my writing boots, even though they're mired in muddy muck right now. Word by word my story will be built. And then I'll journey down Revising Road with helpful writerly friends who will bolster me in writing well. I'm certain Revising Road will look like this. Don't tell me if it doesn't.