8.330. Down and Out w/o Service

The internet died, which means I cannot access any of the writing I am doing on the google docs app. The problem with the cloud is that it’s not on the ground next to you. I mean, there are several problems with the cloud, but that’s the one that has me by the throat right now.

I’m trying to finish some drafts that needed to be in long before today. I got behind for a number of reasons, but here I am and lacking a great deal of the inspiration I thought I would have by this point. The lack of inspiration in general is becoming a problem for me as a writer. I want to write. I do not want to write what I am writing at present. I don’t have ideas for what I am doing and I don’t really know what it is I want to write otherwise. I used to spend 30 minutes a day building this fantasy realm, but I stopped doing that. I stopped focusing chunks of time on specific projects entirely. All of that stemmed from getting jammed up on my last novel and not being able to split focus with anything else. However, when the novel ended, so did all of my productivity. There were remnants. I squeezed out a couple more projects. I started to run down like a dying battery and eventually wound up where I am now.

This is part of why the 10 minute rule exists. Let the writing engine stay idling as opposed to shutting down entirely. Yet, it is not nearly enough. I’m mentally cooked right now and need a reset.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Bonkers headline of the day: “Covering the world in carpet contaminated a region and came with a price no one wants to pay”

8.329.

I’m already in bed and this is not the way. I should’ve done this earlier but sometimes the day gets away from me. What I want is to have days that feel good; feel productive in all aspects of the life. What I have is not that. My days are loaded with work and envy and often disappointment. I’m not just talking about my daily failure to slay the spire (just let me do this so I can move on!!!) . I’m talking about life and how I’m watching myself live it and how I’m watching the people I love live it and squander it. We are so wasteful of this gift we’ve been given—this opportunity to experience so much and to create so much either in our own experience and or for others. I am more mindful of this each day as I continue to move back towards making time in my life for genuine reading and time for writing what matters to my heart.

I’ve been long removed from good writing. I’d argue I’ve failed to be truly productive in 2026. That’s a month of waste I can never reclaim. I mean for it to NOT be two. I have to get back to writing and reading and creating interesting things. I was good at that once. I lost something along the way, but I want to believe I can find it anew—not become what I was but become something great.

Always forward.

Some Thoughts:

  1. Bonkers headline of the day: Epstein files rife with uncensored nudes and victims’ names, despite redaction efforts