Relative Sanity

Not everything has to be a long meditation on creativity or what it means to be productive while maintaining a healthy balance between what you need to do and what you want to do.

Identity is weird.

I don’t think back on my early years with a computer anywhere near enough.

My writing process is typically thus: I will bang out a stream of consciousness first draft, getting everything that I think I want to say out of my head and into text; I will then read over that first draft and realise it’s not right.

The sky is pink as we drive back from Peebles, gently racing the sunset to avoid navigating country roads in the crisp twilight of the first of January.

Imagine if libraries had been invented just recently: all of human knowledge, way more than any one person could consume in a lifetime, in a single building.

When we arrive, there’s a crowd of people milling around in the entrance hall, nobody looking too sure what to do.

Now that we’re firmly in the depths of Decorative Gourd Season, it’s time to crack out my hot chocolate recipe.

When was the last time you answered a greeting question without thinking?

“Your brain is for having ideas, not holding them”, at least according to David Allen.