Okay, I never thought I'd have to say this about my writing, but I'm scared of it. Right now, I'm actually fricking petrified at the thought of touching my MS.
A few months back, I shelved a project. It was very, very troubled, and I didn't know how to help it. So, I decided to run away to other things.
Except, now, I know how to fix it. I think I've found what it needs to be significantly better. And I still running away, far and fast.
I'm scared. It's still really troubled -- and will remain so until I finally unpack my machete -- and that's really daunting. I guess I'll have to do it eventually. I'm just really wimping out right now. Oh, the shame.