Honestly, I've been blessed not having to deal with this infectious decease too much lately. Earlier in my writing travels, if a story I thought was an awesome idea lost my interest I'd just trash it by unhooking and throwing it back into the lake in my twisted mind and write something new. Eventually, you get to that point were you go on a writing tear and can't stop writing. That's how it happened for me. I have works I haven't touch in over a year or longer. When I do look at them it will be with fresh eyes and hopefully more wisdom as a storyteller and I'll make those story shine, so it's all good.