Okay, if you’re so great, you do it— here’s the pencil, make it work . . .

because my brain doesn't work, it is very difficult for me to do anything, even things that i enjoy. i want to write; i want to have ideas; i want to make things, even bad things, and yet there is a complete disconnect somewhere that makes this insanely difficult. my mind goes blank. i have nothing to say, suddenly, when it comes time to try and write anything down.

in an attempt to fix this, here's a project: make something every single day and put it here. i do not care what the thing is, as long as it is Made. many of these things will be crummy and unfinished and i am forcing myself to be okay with that. i am taking the pencil. i am making it work.