I don't like to blow my own horn, but I am the queen of WIPs. I know, I know. You're probably thinking "My WIP can beat her little ol' WIP any day of the week and twice on Sunday." That might be true, if I had only one Work in Progress.
As of today I have 27 works in some stage of completion. This is not including the bits of ideas I have jotted down here and there. These are the stories and poems and other writing thingys that I take out and work at on a rotating schedule.
I should just pick one and work on it until it's finished. That's what normal people do, I bet. I should just spread them all out on my desk and say "And-you-are-IT-be-cause-the-king-and-queen-said-so." (Did any of you do that when you were kids, trying to pick who was 'IT'?)
Anyway, I should just pick one and finish it. Some are close to being done. I just need a little more time. I should put everything aside and finish one or two of them. I should do that. I try. But another one always whispers me away, promising lovely sentence structure and flowing dialogue. I should learn not to give in. I should.
What can I say? I'm a work in progress.