"That's What You Think"

Start over.  Take two. 

I was on a high yesterday after finding a technique I thought would have legs.  This morning, I am on a low having not had the confidence to go out and perform the project I have envisioned.  I had the time to do it yesterday, but I didn't have the mettle.  The old Crisis of Confidence, I guess.  I need a push.  I need a shove.  

I need an assistant.  Batman had Robin.  The Great Pumpkin had Little Jack.  

Whatever.  

I can conceive.  I just can't produce.  It blows.  

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

Fear and dread abound. 

I was going to quote Hemingway here, but I've changed my mind.  We all know the nada theme.  

Maybe I'll try again today.  I think that if I get started, I will be fine.  But right now, the Giant Roller Coaster has me a little woozy.  I just want to check into a clinic for awhile.  I want to, but those are not in the realm of the poor.  We have only whiskey and the wall.  O.K.  That is Hemingway, too, but I'd be impressed if you knew the source.  

This has taken me an hour.  I can't go on.  

That's what you think.

I'll go on.