On stone were the first thoughts engraved
Then on leaves and lambskin
Afterward came paper, smooth and white
Now it’s the text editor.
Oh come on already! I've restarted the modem, unplugged all the cables and plugged them in again, even rebooted the laptop for good measure, to feel like I'm actually doing something. It’s no use. The lights remain stubbornly and…
I recently came across this rant in the comments section of a video on the internet:
Okay, so I've finished writing a post, or an article, or an essay, or whatever. It feels great. I go back to the beginning and proof-read, tweak a few sentences here and there, and move some words or even…
Some moments, when I look back at them, shine out. A few have the brittle brilliance of diamonds. Others have a gentle glow, like the light glimmering in a distant window in the dark. One or two, however, loom large and cast their light and shadow over almost…
“What the hell am I doing here? Why did I even think I could do this? Oh my God I can feel…
