Unused Tools

Notebooks are pervasive in my life. However, as much as I love them and use them, most of the time they sit untouched. Filled with fragments of thoughts, they often remain idle. And yet I love them; I crave to write in them all the time. But they remain unused too often to count. On …

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Screw Neatness

I have a holdup. A holdup that has been holding me back from my desire to outline. Or to track facts in stories. Or to generally write things down that I need to remember. Perfectionism. It’s a disease, I am certain, this drive to have to be perfect in what I do. Even in notebooks …

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