And the fight continues

Still fighting demons of Not Writing.  The brain will not obey.

I did push into chapter 24 of Temporary Position, the romance-ish thing I've had on hand for the last 2 1/2 years that Just Won't Finish.  I'm right at the cusp of the scene where I have to do something painful to her, something really, really painful as opposed to all the other painful things she's been through.  I have it visualized in my head.  I know what happens next.

And I cannot make myself write it.  So Frustrating!  Seriously, it's like some other person takes over my head when I open the file and start to type.  Suddenly I MUST FOLD SOCKS, or the DISHES NEED TO BE PUT AWAY, or -- oh lords of light -- I MUST VACUUM.  I mean, seriously, when housework is more attractive than writing, life is terribly terribly wrong.