Five-minute free write
Missing the beat and missing the pointy, I am missing my friend and missing you. We are too far apart and I am worried I am heading down a road that I do not wish to pursue. This is not a great idea is it, I think I am losing it to the pressures of time and the temptaition to regress and feel like I am in a comfortable place again. Should I go back to a city or should I just enjoy my time to myself once in a while. Risks are for the strong, chance is not something I need to take sometimes. Maybe it is just fine to relazx and have a week long vacation from myself. Not going forward or anything, and I think it is time to find a good career for myself. Writing is something I do with my eyes closed and my mind awake. Even when I am not actually writing anything, I think about writing. Is that enough to call myself a writer, or is this just pretending Who pretends? Would anyone want to be around John Galt? He doesn’t seem particularly pleasant and the only thing going for him is that a bitter Russian lady somehow says he is great. Words vs. deeds. You can be brialliant and an asshole at the same time.