The post in which I try to work out whether I have it in me to write Jukebox

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I want to be enthusiastic but I'm so damn tired right now.
I want to believe in myself but I don't believe I can do anything.
PMS paranoia has reared its ugly head again.
(Go NZ Flag voters, we get to keep old faithful!)
I did write an entire 50,000 word first draft in NaNo though,
so I can pry the words from my unyielding mind when the occasion calls for it.