Go on with this, things will improve

I've planned on averaging four posts a day more or less for many months. I'm running behind on the schedule. And I'm above pressing 'publish' to only increase the number of daily posts so it looks better on paper. We're stuck then. No inspiration, and I don't feel like writing always, but I do need to and I can't talk about the usual things. What to do what to do.

At times like those I've found a trick that'll always get me writing, the words flowing. That's to setup a timer, for ten minutes maybe fifteen minutes if I'm feeling creative and to let the words just come out from my unconscious out in the paper or the screen, unedited unhindered by my conscious mind. Often it's crap, and othertimes it reads like a 'stream of consciousness' that it is. Not fun, often repeating slogging lame tired and reusing the same tropes over and over.

But sometimes I'll get golden. An idea or thought I'd never considered before not even imagined on nights that I have trouble sleeping and need to occupy by brain with strange thoughts and longwinded fantasies a lot of which involve me micromanaging a city or managing people and the politics of everyday workplace. Those are the times when all those 'spare' thoughts and ideas I don't give much consideration come to me. Even then I won't have these amazing ideas that I get when I force myself to write without a prompt or a guide and just fifteen minutes on the clock.

Those are rare. Oftentimes it's posts like these where I write about things I know best aka procrastinating things I care about, the importance of being up on your shit something which I am rarely and always wish would get better at, and other minor nonessential diatribes you could honestly do without. There are way too many autobiographies by young people who haven't lived enough to write about these days they're all repetitive they all make the same jokes and have the same pattern of 'oh this happened so lets go back to my childhood when so and so did what and omigod you wont believe' you know how it is. That style was cool and burning red ten years ago that's when I should have published these essays edited and professionalized them into a book now I'm trite boring and don't have anything that's new or interesting. But if things were different, I could have gotten somewhere. There's hope, I maybe unintelligent untalented hack but there's a future where I could thrive. These are the chances that make me strive for greatness.

Greatness is often incidental accidental, you will extremely likely not get there if you're actively avoiding it, but you could think about things and manage and organize and just be prepared for fate to wash over you and take you into greener pastures. Luck favors the prepared mind, and by writing I'm preparing myself for that great opportunity.