My mantra for October is about holding my nerve:
I'm 45k into a 90k novel. 10 long chapters out of 20. My protagonist is in deep trouble and I'm about to make it much worse. Dark days. Got to stick at that.
Most of the time I am convinced no-one will want to read my book, let alone finish it, so must put those thoughts aside.
Beta readers tell me that by having my young main character angrily say unacceptable things to a black youth, all readers will abandon him. I have to hold on to my belief that they are wrong, and that the changes my MC experiences redeems him and offers something to the reader.
My novel is set in the messy, unpopular years of the late seventies. But so was Life On Mars so I must hold my nerve.
The middle of my novel must not be soggy. So far, it's not. I must hang in there. Get it done. Discard that great bulging, no, writhing bag of doubt, and write on.