My brain likes to play around with my thoughts and veer off into tangents triggered by some subconscious link unknown to my conscious self. Sometimes, this can be interesting if I have nothing better to do than sit quietly and inwardly watch. Most of the time, though, it is super annoying. I do not have the time to indulge in a “brain vacation.”
My brain has a mind of its own. I will be writing a critical scene, and suddenly, boom! I lose focus because my mind meanders to thinking about what I should cook for dinner. I really hate that. I’m sure Hemingway was not disturbed or asked, “What’s for Dinner?” Men don’t even know what a blessing they have, not being in charge of dinner.
That reminds me of the poster for the day…
If you require a good belly laugh, this is not your week. I owe you another one …
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