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.
Getting your start in a new subject was never easy
Retching the contents of her stomach emphasized that
Eventually, she wandered back to the festivities at the town square
Everyone had finished setting up their ecological project posters
Now that made her more envious than she thought possible.
Pushing that all aside she still had a strong project
Oil didn’t have clout here unless you put olive in front of it, which she did
When the judging panel saw her project on using it to make electricity
Even the capability to use nasty congealed stuff from the local restaurants
Really it was impossible not to see its potential so she came in first