Remember when you were in 8th grade and had a report or assignment due the next day at school? An assignment you knew about for weeks and you (of course) left it to the last minute. And it's 8:00 pm, and the feeling of "oh, I've got time" gets supplanted by the cold, sick feeling of "fuck me, it's getting late and I don't think I even have paper to write this thing on". And you start bargaining in your head and thinking of excuses to make. You do everything but actually start writing it because then that means acknowledging it and facing the situation you've created for yourself.
Lately that's how I feel about my WIP.
Why?
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