I think the only way
I’ll finish a novel
Is if I write ten concurrently,
That way as I’m writing
I’ll pick which novel
Seems most interesting
And write.

My motivational field has been barren,
As they say,
But the soil’s still good
And ideas can still grow
Amongst the weedy distractions
And the shit-smelling fertilizer.
We’ll just need some rain
and time.