Who's Afraid of the Big Bad New Short Story?

I sat down to read the flist and my brain exploded. Too many posts! No brain power to comment! Seriously, has someone figured out that more-hours-in-the-day thing yet? Where's my freeze ray?

Life has gotten quite insane lately, particularly at work, but I did manage to carve a good chunk of writing time on Saturday. As a result, I can hereby proclaim the revisions on chapter 7 of My Big Fat Epic Fantasy Novel to be done!

I started a new short story this morning; or, to be more accurate, I picked up something I had written the first 1,000 words to some time ago so I could finally finish the sucker. Lately, though, I'm finding that 1) I kind of love revisions, and 2) starting a new piece (even a partially started one) now petrifies me.

I blame the starting-something-new fear entirely on my internal editor. The little punk has been on one of her "Every word you write sucks!" kicks.

I know better than to listen to the punk (I'd never get anything written if I did), but I am rethinking my current revise-a-novel-chapter-then-write-a-short-story plan. I've got a ridiculous number of shorts making the submission rounds already (though a few are unfortunately nearing "To trunk or not to trunk?" territory), and I keep getting more and more excited about the novel revisions. So at this point, I'm wondering if it might be best to finish off the year with one last short story, and then just plow straight through the rest of the novel revisions.

Unless, of course, a short story idea starts stalking me until I write it. It's impossible to get a restraining order until the first draft is done.