Every writer has one. Come on. Admit it; a drawer or box or file, hidden away from prying eyes, containing all of your longabandoned projects. You put them away with the best of intentions, assuring yourself that you’ll get back to them soon, but soon turned into never. There they still are, gathering dust, glaring at you accusingly every time you open the drawer/box/file.
It’s like most people’s garages. They are no longer used to house a car but layers and layers of obsolete household items that you swear blind you’ll sort out and take to the tip one day. It never happens unless you fill it so high that you can no longer get through the door and you’re forced to take action.