Bobbi, you may (or may not) recall some time ago that I mentioned to you I had also written a book. Whereas I believe yours is based on events you have either witnessed, or stories that have been passed on, about your neck of the woods, mine is pure fiction, based on nothing but my sometimes quite fertile imagination.
My novel, The English Disease, is over 100,000 words long and i still submit chapters (as requested) from time to time in the hope of it being published. Alas, all i have received in return is about a half dozen rejection slips.
But that's not why i'm commenting on your thread on this sunny afternoon. I found when writing the book, that i had to treat it like a job and devote a good few hours per day (i was unemployed at the time so that part was easy). I also got into the habit of writing in long-hand while the 'juices' were flowing, so to speak, then, when the well ran dry, i would type what i had written. Within a few short days, this became routine and the book took on a life of it's own, going down avenues i hadn't even realised were there.
Try it, Bobbi. Like me, you may find this discipline is just what you need to move the book on. Best of luck.