One day soon I’m going to write something worth sending you an email when I post it. Today is not that day. This month of posting has shown me own specific thing: I am not a nighttime blogger. I can write at night, but it should never be something I’m intending on publishing right then.
There are so many thoughts swirling about in my mind right now, none of which deserve to be mentioned here. I’m much better in the morning, or midday, than at night. This wasn’t always the case. I used to look forward to night writing. Now I look forward to night sleeping, not to be confused with my other desires: morning sleeping, afternoon sleeping, and anytime on Saturday sleeping because sleeping is sleeping.
I like potatoes.
I have so many drafts here and on my phone that you’d think I’d just sit down, choose one, and write. Well. WELL. Weeeeeeeeeeelllllll you’d be wrong, you judgmental jerk. I am in no better position to use those drafts tonight than I’ll be tomorrow but you are so dedicated to giving me the just write stare that tomorrow I will.
Same time and place tomorrow and let’s see what happens.