Damn. Here I am again. That 750 words thing is no joke!
Yesterday, I said I’d only come here every once in a while, but here I am again. Loving the attention. I mean, my brain LOVES this.
I wrote in my journal when I woke up. Five-and-a-half pages in an A5.
I wrote 750 words on that website—and that confetti is something, let me tell you. It really jangles the old neurons.
So, anyway, before I blather on too much and lose my day to trying to work in a poop metaphor, I’ll just let this sit here. And go on to ugh … work.
Maybe I can use that 750 confetti to keep me motivated today. We’ll see.
Mental Lee Gone (b. 1981)
Brain on 750words.com, 2025.
Screenshot grab from MS Word, clipped with joy and melancholy whilst wearing that mangy pink bathrobe. 1752×1372
Motivated by their desire for 750words.com, Gone identifies that yes, the juice was worth the squeeze, but in the juice they ponder: Was the purpose to become a better writer? Or twas it pure confetti?