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Write about an unfinished project from the project's point of view.

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"It's dusty here," I cough throatily, and for a moment you become worried, worried that I may collapse. I shake my head, as if I know your thoughts. "And wouldn't you know that the b***h hasn't touched me in weeks? Weeks, you know, and I was a favorite for nearly a month. That's a pretty long run for one of us." I turn toward a dear friend of mine, a shelve mate for months and gesture him over. "How long were you a favorite?" I ask him.
He contemplates the matter for less than a moment and nods with his answer: "Two and a half hours, nearly ten pages, you know." He's beaming pride, the very image of confidence.
"I, you know, was written for a month before that damn excuse set in, she calls it 'writers block', you know, I think she just gets bored."
"Damn right!" Came the oldest of us, "for years I was the top running, with a week and a half. Got to be thirty pages, even, before she tried to chuck all of me in the trash! That one brunnette fished me out, though, bounded me in this and sent me back to this hell hole as a Christmas present!" Of course, he had reason to be angry. We all do.
"But a month! Fifty-four pages, damn near the end and she just up and quit. Didn't even tell me why she was leaving, no excuses! That slut is probably off breaking another heart!" I spit in disgust, aiming, of course, for none of my friends. "I'm the longest, the longest running, I've broken all of the records-- and yet I'm the newest on the shelf. Yet another unwritten story." But all we can wish for is that that skank will eventually return and pluck us back off the shelf, one by one, to finish what she started.
We can only hope.