The Muse will eventually know to show up with inspiration. If they don’t, I’ll be there anyway, typing bullshit like this until the words come.
So many people don’t know where to get “ideas”.
A sampling of my vague ideas and lists of things that could be something.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t have shit to say. This doesn’t mean that I my life holds no significance.
a public declaration of policy and aims
This is only the second year I can remember where I’ve woken up on the first day of the year and was pretty sure that the year ahead wouldn’t completely suck. It’s a new feeling so I’m just going to just roll with it. Happy New Year.