I am experiencing what a writer acquaintance calls “brain clog” as I try to work up a set of new projects, which means my discipline and mindfulness is slipping everywhere else, including here. So I’m spending a couple of days in the kitchen to let my back-brain work on the problem. Sometimes I just have to disconnect the drive at the front of my head because it’s just spinning aimlessly. First up, fresh eggs.
Okay, 13 hours later, I’ve written a 3000-word story document and I am going the fuck to bed.