I'm on page 360 of my historical. I can taste the end, smell the HEA as it rises from my laptop. So why can't I get myself going?
I blame the weather. My mind moves on to different stories. Summertime is the time for adventure. For stories that take place on a tropical island. Stories with hot temperatures.
I thought of an idea on the way to pick up my kids from daycamp yesterday. I plotted it from beginning to end, found the black moments, characters, etc. in the time it took me to get the kids and get home. I wanted to dive head first into this new story.
But I must remain faithful to my historical. I'm almost done. I find it difficult to write about a woman in a corset when a chick with a miniskirt is winking at me. How do I keep interest in a guy with a cravat when a stud in a sportscar is waving madly from across a hot parking lot?
I guess this is when self-discipline kicks in. Nose to the grindstone.
In another vein...
If you are truly bored, try taking on Darth Vader at Sith Sense