Earlier this year I decided I was gonna write some songs. So I bought a cheap knockoff of a Moleskin notebook in February, with the personal goal that I would fill a page everyday with ideas, notes, lines that rhyme, etc, and finally catch some the ephemera, much of which is really quite good, that passes through my skull.
It is now August. I have filled approximately six pages. I actually like what I wrote on those six pages, but there's not a finished lyric on any of them.
So, I guess that experiment is over! It sleeps with the coffee grounds. Now it will stop taunting me.