If I added up all the words I have spent through the years bemoaning my seeming pathological inability to finish fiction projects, I would probably have enough words for several novels.
Shall I pledge to never voice this frustration again? I’m sure that would be a relief to my friends and my handful of followers.
Better: I pledge that, whenever I am tempted to write about how frustrated I am with myself, I will instead open an unfinished manuscript and write, and write, and keep writing until I am no longer frustrated.
I would continue, but I think instead I’ll open an unfinished manuscript.