I have had NO desire to work on Charley lately, in case you haven’t noticed. Every time I think about it I groan inwardly and return to my books. (And those awesome Epic Rap Battles of History vids on YouTube.)
I don’t know whether to take an official vacation, or to grit my teeth and start daily updates again, hell or high water.
Years ago one of you warned me against burnout: “You are battling the tide here and you are doing it alone.” Certainly it feels like it now. There’s so much WORK. And there’s no option to quit. Partly because there’s no one to take my place. But mostly because, if I do, it’ll be just one more thing I’ve failed at.
God, I’m tired.
Life’s longest journey begins with a single step and all that. Carry on.
Got another ET entry: Otto Lueth, a sixteen-year-old boy hung in 1890 for the murder of a seven-year-old girl.