The amount of work I have done within the last 48 hours, I usually produce within a week or so. Not to mention how original it feels. I now understand those writers who go to retreats and isolated places and write away. Relative isolation helps you focus: even if not everything you produce is good (let alone brilliant), by externalising it you can either build on it or be firm in discarding it.
So, for tonight, there are exactly two choices: a hipster dive or a sports bar where jocks hang out. I think I will go to the latter, in the hope of grabbing a burger, too. Let’s see.
"... neither reveals nor conceals" 