He looked at the clutter around him. Neglected, half-finished dreams littered the desk, table, and sections of the floor. At one point each project had held so much life and promise, but now they were on life support, or worse yet zombified corpses. He wondered what was the best approach going forward. Maybe he should just put everything away and pull out pieces when he was ready to resurrect them, but that would mean confronting his failures, and he wasn’t emotionally prepared to do that just yet. Besides, he had a brand new idea, and he knew it would work.
Everything was going wrong tonight
Red squiggly lines announcing my failures
Reducing my creative solution to nonsense
Only through hard tedious work would I solve this problem
Reaching for the whiskey bottle, I decide to give up