I've stopped hating my second book.
I don't know how it happened exactly. Probably because I stopped writing for three days and cursed and cried a lot and was angry and sullen with my spouse.
Then? I don't know. I opened up the file and changed a really bad swear to: something that is followed immediately by "and the horse you rode in on".
And that? Made me laugh.
So I'm up to 16,358 words now.
It's going well.