And the other great difficulty is motivation. I'm not pure at all; I'm more productive writing for an audience I'm aware exists, or cares one way or the other, and even more so if there is some other motivating factor, like lust or money. That's largely why I'm drawn to the corrupt, interventionist, exhibitionist world of journalism and magazines, and why I have no energy or will to produce poems or extended works of fiction. I could probably aspire to Truman Capote-style fragments, at best -- and I would be very happy with that, certainly. I am full of good ideas at the moment, and a yearning to act on them -- but that actual act is difficult, and then a failure. It's frustrating actually. I might force some things out, whether I'm happy with them or not, and see what I have produced at the end of the year.