I may be up late tonight, so I will kick it off with some writing. Feeling a little catywompus right now, and I do not know why. Whatever it is, I will be better soon.

Noir Coffee is what I am having. Good shit.

No clue on what I want to say or how to say it. You'd figure for someone who is so steadfast about writing every day/all the time, that I'd have a shitload to say, always, but I actually just sort of put down whatever crap comes to mind at the moment. No preconceived...whatever, to talk about. I wouldn't call it a strength or a weakness, just a "whatever".

It's why I delete 4 out of 5 blog posts these days, and don't publish any of them, and even scrap most drafts: I'm never happy with how the stuff is turning out. I don't want to stop doing that, because writing is sort of a two-way street: I, the writer - you, the reader. And I do not want to waste anyone's time (incl my own, if I go back to re-read some of this stuff).

But most of this stuff is just fluff.

That's how I see it

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