Just the other day I was thinking about how I haven't written anything sensible in a long while. Why does this happen to me?

So I started a journal this year - hahaha! I'm surprised it's actually been written in at all, but mostly crap. No, the writing I'm talking about is the real stuff. All the "potential" novels I started working on last year have gathered static dust in some forgotten folder in my laptop. Does that sound right?

Well, I managed to recover...