Ever spend time writing and feel like all you get is Bulwer-Lytton?
Hard to tell though, when you are deep in a trenches, what you’ve got and what you’ve not got. I sometimes suffer from too many ideas and not enough time, but sometimes it’s the reverse, time with no ideas.
Only time will tell; though of course, there’s never really enough time.
Speaking of time, what year is it again?