It’s my Day 8 on 750words.com1. And typing out my daily brain garbage is helping. It’s a *slightly* more private space than this blog. (I say “slightly” because you and I both know you’re the only one reading this thing.) So I can let my thoughts sit on the internet and take up space without edits. In that space I feel free to be completely unhinged, boring, pedantic, nonsensical, goofy, etc. Which is kind of what I’ve been trying to do with this blog …
Plus it’s searchable. Unlike my bullet journals.
I guess I could scan all handwritten bujee pages into the computer and see what string theory of my life AI pulls out of it. I’m just not sure I want to spend my time doing that right now.
And sure, I’m chasing my daily word count like a fitness bro who’s just discovered cold plunges (or whatever reference wouldn’t be outdated here now), but it still feels good to do it. So I guess I’ll keep at it for a while.
Thoughts for another day:
- Is writing 750 words a day getting me any closer to becoming a better writer?
- Should I join a community of writers? This one looks interesting. Maybe I’ll join it when I finally take that sabbatical I keep talking about.
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- god, I hope I don’t sound like a commercial. I’m just having a lot of fun experimenting with this site right now. That’s why it keeps coming up. If you’d have talked to me in January, I wouldn’t have shut up about the Bullet Journal method (which, by the by, I’m still using and loving). ↩︎