Lady Lit Blitz's post on procrastination inspired me to come clean.
I've been procrastinating like nobody's business on this stupid nordic dark fantasy/horror piece. I don't even know why. It's a throw away piece with little redeeming value as far as theme, etc, etc. But I keep poking at it, like a little kid jamming a stick into a dead dog on the street. And no matter how many times I poke this dead dog, it doesn't want to come to life.
I've been good the last few days editing it and playing around with it during my lunch hour, and using some slow moments either at work or at home to make the changes on the computer. (I love my data-stick, BTW. It's a life saver. Not that you're reading this, but thanks, Dad).
I've set a deadline for myself of Friday night. Friday's my next day off, so that gives me lunch hours today through Thursday plus all day Friday to finish this piece off. After Friday night I'm either sending it out or putting it aside for at least a couple of months. It's well past time to move on to something else.