Time to fish or cut bait. Time to put up or shut up. Time to get up and do what needs to be done.
It only took way too much blogging to myself, way too much blathering, not to mention way too much noodling over the same stories for way too long, but I took another baby step. I finally decided they were done enough to let someone outside my critique group see them.
So I submitted a drabble. And the Count says, One story submitted! And I submitted a short short. And the Count says, Two, Two stories submitted! And I submitted a novelette. And the Count says, Three! Three, Three stories submitted!
And I can finally attend to all the other ideas that are bubbling up.