So you write a story. You know it needs revising, but you can't stand to read at it any more. You've read it a lot already. It's too familiar, too present. You know you can't revise it in that state. You set it down. You'll come back to it when you've grown some distance. You know, when the story cools. When it's not so new.
A week goes by. A month. Two months. Nine. The story's cool now. It's stone-cold. It's also - ahem - older.
So are you.
But still you sit and still you wait, without excuses now.
Bah! A sign that you will never go back to the story!
A sign that you are just another lazy, unserious bum, lacking dedication and afraid of hard work!
Of course, I am describing myself here, but I'm guessing (just guessing) that maybe this is not an uncommon thing.
Come on, guys, 'fess up. Who has been sitting on an unrevised story for months or years? And how do you feel about it?
Personally, I feel awful. Just awful. Now where did I put that remote control?