Unwritten Entries. in The Napkin.

Don’t know about you, but I have so many. I’m the mad scientist who scribbles on pieces of paper to remind myself. Sometimes I get around to fleshing the idea out. Sometimes not. Sometimes it ends up as a tangent in an entry. Sometimes that tangent gets fleshed out all on its own.

Sometimes not.

I used to literally write in my carbon journal in a Jersey Diner. Sometimes scribbling notes on literal napkins. (See title of this prosebox “book”)

Sometimes, I pace my postings. We all want attention - I know how to game the system to a degree. Other times, I tell myself to let go, and WRITE AT WILL.

Poor William T. Riker. Everyone is always firing at Will.

Last updated March 24, 2021