This is a place where I get things out of my head, for no one but myself. Stories will be very personal, emotional, and not as good as they are in my head.
I think I think too much. I think sometimes, not enough.
I think about my ideal day.
About where I’d like to live.
And the clothes I’d like to wear.
I’ve no idea how I got here, to this page, staring, looking at a cursor flashing away, with fingers itching to type something.
It was driven by overwhelming emotion. The same overwhelming emotion that violently woke me not minutes before…
I’ve got no idea.
Back when I was writing on Lift Large And Prosper (LLAP) I had convinced myself that I enjoyed it, convinced myself that it was something I liked doing. But it wasn’t the act of doing that I enjoyed, it was the “having done”.