The problem with lingering and dithering over WIPs the way I do is that I’m constantly tempted to throw more stuff into them. The current one really, really doesn’t need any more stuff. It’s already full. In fact, it has already morphed from the straightforward little romance I intended to this sprawling thing with political commentary, a couple extra subplots, home decorating tips, and bookstore neepery. (Half of which will get slashed in editing, but still.)
I need to find a big sticker, write “No vacancy!” on it, and slap it on the cover of my notebook. Because the absolute last thing this book and I need is more stuff.