Procrastination Pumpkin - M. Darusha Wehm
A couple of weeks ago I had a writing breakthrough and it's all because of a magic pumpkin. This is its story. (By "magic", I mean merely special by dint of being used in service of solving a non-pumpkin problem. It wasn't really magic. Magic isn't real.) I had been working on cobbling together the first real draft of a novel I've been fighting with on and off for about five years. I've descibed it before as wrestling with a kraken - as soon as I got a grip on one part of it, another would rear up out of the vast depths to smack me upside the head. It was, needless to say, a procrastinator's dream. I'd been diligently hacking away at the tentacles for a few weeks; forcing myself to face the beast each day, even if it were only for a few minutes. I was getting somewhere, but not fast.