I started a list the other day and realized I have seven, count ’em, seven novels started. And zero finished. I am always in major procrastinating mode. Then I come up with yet another good premise and start anew only to run out of steam before I get too far. My plotting skills are lacking even though I read everything I can find on that topic.
But hope springs eternal. I actually did some writing today. Not a lot, but some. Hope it turns into a trend.