You let yourself get bored, you let yourself fizzle. There’s so much happening around you RIGHT NOW.
Notes to self of course, refusing to succumb to any stall or “block”. I hate that phrase, “writer’s block”. Writers write, they don’t fixate on something blocking them. And if they do, they write about it.
I’m a terrible and terminal over-thinker. Not all the time, but this morning I caught myself a couple times. So I stop, start listing ….
Barista behind bar slamming that espresso stopper thingy against counter, driving me nuts. Can hear through the music in ear buds.
CLONK.
