Overambition or pride?

I think that maybe I was overambitious when I set out to write something every night. It takes too much to put out something good every night.

But then, the point was never to create something good, just to create. I'm not making finished products here. Rough drafts, pure thought, stuff to write about later. Ideas, and practice conveying them. I know I need practice story telling as well, but I can't put out a short story, or even a decent segment every night.

My purpose became lost, my objective warped. I started writing to impress, rather to improve. Well, then I'll say this to my imaginary audience: This is not the place to look for polished, or even mildly cohesive writing.

My new goal is to write a tidbit, an idea, an image, a setting, a character, every night. Once a week, I'll sit down and try to compile a short story... Something with all the elements of a story.