The Brain trainer.
Here I sit again, wondering how much time I will waste today, whether it will be spent scrolling or doing random things instead of planning. I get things done, but it seems all so unorganised, so random. Always chasing my tail sort of thing. There still seems to be a creative door in my head that is closed; it needs to open, but I can’t seem to find the key. Behind the door, I can vaguely hear creative thoughts trying to get out. I try to understand what they are saying and use them, but the sound muffles behind the door. I carry on, hoping to keep myself well-trained and fit for when the door eventually opens and creativity bursts forth. I must say it feels good just ignoring the practical work I have to get done today and just sit here and aimlessly type words, not a story, just the random stuff that flies through my mind. It feels good knowing I will not be judged by this; it may or may not be read by others after my demise, but for me, it’s total freedom. In the world we...