I Can Do This.

I can't do this.

Half a year ago I scanned my journals written and typed for something to draw a poem portfolio from. Worked pretty well, but this is fiction damnit. I can't use three dozen posts about how I can't overcome the large amount of schoolwork I let build up one, two, three, or even four years ago.

For today, 25 pages is a lot to write, especially when you've been mindless. I can't believe it's 5pm on Sunday and I still have everything to write and everything to read, re-read, and re-re-read. Damnit, things really don't change.

But today is not the day to get into that, again. Today is the day (the evening) to write. Let's start, and god damnit, let's finish.

-Dan