in which the gods of writing punish me for neglecting my WIP for so long

I am a bad, bad writer.

How bad? The last time I touched my work in progress was May 16th.

That's 47 days! Holy cow is that unacceptable.

I have to confess, I genuinely had no idea it had been that long or I would have forced myself to work on it sooner. One of my big promises to myself this year was never to go more than 2 weeks without touching a WIP and I just totally FAIL-ed out on that one.

So the fact that I have no concept of the passage of time is sort of an issue but l...