Holy crap, one week left.

My outline is slippery. I move things around, but nothing feels right. I guess I'm going to have to just pick one and see how the writing goes. Or maybe I'll get some inspiration between now and one week from now.

But I learned a long time ago not to wait for inspiration. Do the work, and the inspiration will come. Most of the time. Even if it doesn't, you've done the work.

Another thing I have to push back against: I'm reminded again about how there's nothing I can do that someone else doesn't do better (and probably faster and before the deadline, but that goes without saying). So there's no reason for me to do anything at all.

Well, except that I have little else to do, so why not do it anyway?