Most people, given a year to write about anything that fancies him without any rules or guidelines or pressure at all except perhaps for the said time limit (if you can even call that pressure), will probably end up with a decent novel. I think even if one has no compulsion, only an oblogation to write something, anything at all, will at least end up with a short story or even an interesting diary.

So here i am, given a year, practically all the time in the world. I didn't need to write a novel, nothing grand. In said year, i barely finished a ten page paper on the subject of anything.

I'm not writing about it because i'm proud of it. Exactly the opposite. I'm making it public to remind myself how low i can get. In fact, i'm shaming myself with this, and i deserve it.