Despite how little I did today my word quota was fulfilled. Managed to doodle out another thousand words to a previous work, which feels pretty good. Though they may be empty words at least it's progression.
Overall though my day revolved around the desire to be destructive. And when I say destructive I'd put it like this, folding my lovely laptop close and then smashing it into my forehead until I bleed out the bad ideas and the good are left to settle to the surface.
This is why I don't necessarily enjoy having a wide variety of ideas to write about. All it seems to lead to is jumping from impulse to impulse. And such a trait is what unfortunately defines this Timothy. Though I've been curving these wandering thoughts better than ever, as if I've hired a shepherd or some sort of systematic construction to sort out what goes where and when, along with some surprising prioritization.
I know...I've definitely conflicted with myself in that simple paragraph.
You see!
The sporadic mind strikes again!
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