02072019

Missed the post for the first day of the month yesterday, but fortunately (well, in a limited sense I suppose) I accomplished virtually nothing either yesterday or, for that matter, today either. I attempted to switch back to working on But For Now, We Are Young but I haven’t been able to do anything except sit here staring at a blank screen feeling increasingly frustrated and impotent.

To be honest, the idea of writing now makes me angry. I hate thinking about it, let alone actually doing it, and I don’t care about it anymore. Maybe it’s because my prior attempts have failed so spectacularly. Somehow the quality of my work has only depreciated across all these years. I feel like this project is gonna end up as yet another failure. I’ve completely lost my will to work on it. I guess that’s ironic. Maybe it’s because I’m a failure, too.