I have entered in a third suicide pact with Coyote. Sadly, suicide pacts are the only things that seem to motivate me past my inherent laziness and lack of confidence.
It's a deadly combination.
I must produce a second draft of one of my short stories by May 1. Unfortunately, I have only one first draft, so that's all I can work with. I've been hiding from finishing this thing for nearly a year now. Shit.
I also must produce a new first draft by June 1. That'll be slightly easier, considering it doesn't have to be any good.
Damn it all. Why do I do this to myself?
On the plus side, I get to read some new stuff by Coyote.