As I mentioned a while ago, I have pulled some old works out of the drawer to work on.  Some are stories my writers workshop gave me useful comments on, some have not been seen by anyone.

I've already sold one, to Asimov's, and another one has been revised and submitted elsewhere, so some progress has been made.

Now I am wrestling with a novella I tried to write a couple of years ago. I wrote a lot of words and never even got close to the crucial parts of the story. It's a story about free will and compulsion, set in a world of intelligent trees and other products of long-ago genetic manipulation. I keep coming up with ideas that distract me from the main point. This is probably my greatest productivity killer.

Can I wrestle the plot into submission by the end of the weekend? I'll let you know.