My intention yesterday was to write more, but as is common, it was almost midnight when the house was quiet, and I could do something. I would like to say that this is when I do my writing, practice the piano or violin, compose synthesizer noise in the basement, exercise, or any of the other hobbies that catch my interest at that moment. But sadly, my mental energy is usually only full enough to read a few pages or doom scroll. It was Sunday night, so I made the smart choice and went to bed.
This is the decision every parent faces. Do you stay up and enjoy the time to yourself but suffer the next day, or be responsible and bide your time for a future day when more of your time is your own?
Two Saturdays ago, I was loaded up with enough caffeine after watching the Real Soccer game and the latest Mission Impossible movie that I pulled out my telescope and stayed awake till 3:30 AM, looking at Saturn and Jupiter. I paid for it dearly the next day.
So far, I have been writing these in my journal with my TWSBI Diamond 580 AL Prussian Blue Special Edition and Noodler’s 54th Mass ink. Writing this way is much more satisfying than plunking away on the keyboard, but much slower. I like this because your mind has more time to formulate the next words than when you type. This is a benefit for creative writing, but I can see how it would hinder other kinds. My dilemma now is that I have such a backlog of ideas and experience that I can’t get everything I want to say down. This entry is becoming another whining festival that no one wants to read. Perhaps for upcoming entries, I will attempt to write about one specific thing on my mind.
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