This last week I had to work at meeting my commitment to posting a story every day.  We were on vacation, out of town and not always in easy access of the Internet.  It meant writing without having a lot of time to put much thought into a story and then posting it as quickly as I could to keep the cost down along with making sure I successfully posted while I was connected.

At this time I feel a sense of satisfaction that I did it and yet I feel a sense of, do I really want to finish this?  There is only thirty-nine more days to go, but I am burnt out.  Ideas are getting harder to come by and well, frankly, I not sure very many of these stories are very good.  Artist's remorse?  Is there such a thing?

Since I started this blog I haven't gone back and re-read anything I have written so I can't say if I would like any of it the second time around or would do a head slap, asking myself, what were you thinking?  I suspect I would like some of it and some of it I would want to re-write or crumple up and toss away, taking away from the experience of meeting deadlines and daily creative effort a sense of personal growth and commitment in my writing.