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Thanks. There is one particular book which I want to work on. I copied and pasted it into a text file and transfered it to my Kindle. Originally started and abandoned back in 2012, I'd forgotten most of it, so read it like a reader.
When I reached the end of the 20K words I'd written, I felt so frustrated that I couldn't read the rest of the book. Although the plot is slight, the main character had driven it along.
Here's a short extract from the first draft (I hope this is allowed, it isn't an erotic novel):

"Claire headed to bed, going through her usual rituals of clearing away the pizza boxes and glasses. Putting off the washing up until next day, and saying goodnight to Maisie, who was now dry and snug in her bed. Walking upstairs, she pondered upon the dream and whether she wanted it to return that night. On the whole, she did. Despite the odd resemblance to her boss, the man in her dream was certainly attractive, and his brand of thrill was different to that of other men. She sighed and headed to the bathroom.

Finally beneath her snug duvet, she deeply sighed with the pleasure of being in bed and able to rest. So exhausted, she felt so exhausted. Too tired to read, she reached out to switch off her bedside lamp and snuggled beneath the deep folds, looking forward to either a peaceful, restful sleep, or the dream of a strange man visiting her and giving his strange embrace, like one only seen in films.

Like a child on christmas eve, sleep eluded her in spite of the desperate need for rest. She felt as though waiting for someone, or something. Silly fool, she called herself as she turned over hoping that a new position would be more soporific. But she just wasn't comfortable, even though her bed was perfect. She fidgeted then told herself to lie still and relax, sleep would come. She was so tired.

The room changed and she was lying in an oak four poster with its old brocade canopy above her and heavy curtains drawn back and tied to the posts. Her double glazed windows had been replaced by ornate stained glass, just like before; and the room was a clutter of expensive oddments. Doubtless the Victorians thought this the height of style, to her it seemed a mess which she longed to get out of bed and tidy up. But she could not move, pinned by sleep to this bed which was not hers.

She watched a mist roll through the cracks around the window, gather together and form a bat that flapped its wings a few times then transformed into a tall man. The same one. She marvelled at his resemblance to her boss, then realised this was a crazy thing to be considering at such a time. Again, the black satin cloak with which he crossed his body with one arm like a shy Turkish harem wife. Then he opened his arms wide, holding the cloak in both arms in imitation of the bat."

Basically, she has delusions that she's being visited by a vampire at night.
I'm quite keen to finish SOMETHING and this is much easier than another I was considering: a horror mystery.
I'm not always attracted to paranormal subjects!

Thanks so much for all the advice, it has given me lots to consider.