Too much and not enough.
Too much to listen to, watch, read, drink, snap, practice, backstory and write. Not enough time, sleep, insight, structure, space, truthiness, courtesy, etc. I persist. Sticking my neck out on a spec thing before September’s up. Trying to get another thing off the ground. Entered some sort of up-all-night writing comp because I thought it would be fun. Obviously dementia’s setting in early this year.