So this is something that happens. I have an idea, and at that point there is nothing more exciting than the idea, I can take my time and aim for the idea, I can rush home and start the idea. Then I am doing it and at some point I lose the joy of the idea. I lose it suddenly and irrevocably. And for a while I can drag myself on with the protestant work ethic but without the joy of the idea. And then I stop.
April 23
Another month slipping into this year, and, sure, I am going to read numerous more books,...
March 23
This month I will have to read even more novels than I did last month if I am to finish...