Dreamboard.
Olden recalls his visions of the future and the fork in the road that comes for humanity.
I don’t like feeling like I must rush through my writing. But for some reason I allowed myself to procrastinate until about 8pm this evening, and had nothing to show for it.
Healthy as can be today. Got over whatever hit me Sunday night, in short order. Still, I found myself too interested in NFTs and other developments, that the writing didn’t happen until late.
What that does, at least in my case, is it doesn’t allow the pages to breathe. It chokes them. As I feel the pressure, and my ego is constantly affecting the pages, to where spelling errors occur, and other anomalies with the typewriter. Still, there is a part to this that tells me there is a midnight deadline that must be met. And that is exciting, even though on nights like tonight, it can be annoying. It’s joyful to me, knowing that I can crank out 10 pages quickly under pressure, and for it to be relatively close in quality to what would arrive if I started as intended, which was at 5:30am this morning, when my mind was lit…