You know, looking at this makes it seem a lot more depressing than I thought I felt at the time.
I actually had a few really good ideas the last couple days. I was really happy with them. It was a good three or four day run. And I’m burnt out again.
A mere ghost of my former self.
It’s funny. The main reason I started this project was to push myself to come up with new ideas every day. I had serious doubts about being able to make 365 days. After the first year I kept going because I enjoyed the process and the challenge. Today is day 689 and half of me is amazed that I’ve been able to keep coming up with shit. The other half s]is in constant fear that the well is dry.
Maybe I’ll have something tomorrow.