I have a feeling that I’ve already used that title before. Oh well, who cares.
I keep going through these phases where I think so much about writing that I can’t actually write anything. Then I stretch myself out to the point where I am all thin and… Tesla Girls by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark is kind of distracting me. I figure if I am to get back into writing I should probably give into my ooh shiny leaps over the gaps in continuity from my inner dialogue with myself.
Some of my most intrusive insights concerning myself come from these moments.
Also, I completely give up on trying to write properly. I was hoping to set a good example for myself sooner than later but maybe ENG 2020 can fix me up. Like a mechanic. In the house of Doctor. If I’m going to continue playing with language like that, I should probably take it over to the other web page.
No defining moment, no illusive topic. Okay I lied. Completely illusive.