Self Loathing

I have made no progress at all. Given up working on the damned ending because it just won't come. I even started working on a couple new short stories hoping to kick loose the ideas I need, but to no avail. My trip back home last week went well, and I made some progress packing, but not nearly enough. Joy is obviously overwhelmed with the move looming and her final semester of school dragging her down. She hasn't had any time at all to pack and while I'm seriously dissapointed, I can't blame her a bit. I can only pray she gets some traction in those last few days after school finishes and before I get there on dec 14th.
To make thinkgs even worse is that I've managed to gain back every pound I struggled to lose last year, and then a few more. Loathing sets in.
I want to move onto a new major writing project so bad I can taste it, but I know if I do I will be walking away from an oath I made myself to finish the Avatar Chronicles before moving on. Shit.