No. I’m not becoming a Scientologist.

It’s just what came to mind when I needed a title or a subject to today’s post.

I’m still procrastinating on my weekly writing project, but to be fair, I opened up the latest story and reread what I wrote. I’m trying to familiarize myself with the narrative that I started.

I have it pictured in my head. What I want to do and what I want to say.

It’s a connected world.

I have decided that, these little prompts would all be within the same universe. Why not?

It should be interesting. It should be fun seeing other characters from other stories pop in and out of other narratives. We live in a busy and crowded world with many people in it. Why should everyone be so silo-ed (I had to look it up and the actual verb for the word is Isolate, but I wanted to say silo-ed) off from everyone else. We are all leads in our own story and supporting characters in others.

The world is a stage and we are all players goes the saying.

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Things seem to be flowing a lot better. This brain fog fades away slowly brining clarity and focus in my mind. But unfortunately, I have to suffer some of the side-effects to my remedy.

Life. That’s how it goes. It’s never simple.

Never.

But I digress as I continue on with my finger tapping, working its strength up to par to my future writings, if I ever decide to get back on it. Focus. Focus.

FOCUS.

Things definitely seem easier. Reading is easier. Writing is easier. More flowy.

I like the flow. I need the flow. Mind to fingers without missing a beat. Mind to fingers without hesitation. Mind to fingers.

Tap tap tap tap.

Fingers tapping on keys. Keys makes words, sentences, paragraphs, thoughts.

Fingers. Keys.

Tap tap tap tap.

Things are definitely going clear. It’s just that I am a master procrastinator.

Procrastination is my life.

All I do is put off and wait.

I need a muse. I need motivation.