Random Ramblings

Mind is Willing, Flesh is Weak

Brain fog.

What can you do to cut through the haze? To energize an exhausted body that just wants to become an apathetic lump of flesh? Right now, it's a struggle to even put a few words together when the couch calls me with soft cushions and warm blankets. Can I just pause time and sleep for a short eternity?

But write I must.

After imbibing an unhealthy amount of caffeine, I guess it's time to vomit out some nonsense so I can pave way for introspective thought and flowery prose. Gods, my head is killing me. There's a ridiculous amount of editing involved before I can even consider putting my next book online. I've half a mind to just put my unpolished works up and call it a day. But that wouldn't end well... People can be awfully harsh critics. Especially when they know I could do better. Of course, I can.

But do I have the stamina to make it happen?

If you are reading this, send some coffee and encouraging vibes to this weary dude. Otherwise I just might end up being swallowed up by the towering sin of sloth that's cradling my tender skull.