I’m convinced that I am the most unusual author in the history of history. I am not normal. I know it, and I’m mostly okay with it. My brain loves to focus, but then like lightning strikes, or a meteor flashing by in the daytime (Like the one in southeastern Michigan,northern Ohio, and Pennsylvania yesterday), random thoughts for a poem, another book, an article, dinner, a snack, a walk, an addition on the house, an upcoming patio job… You get it. Modern technology has become adept at training our brains to be more accepting of interruptions. The phone, with its constant need to feed the network, really works against my ability to focus.

“It’s the new way of things.”

“Embrace it.”

My current fight is learning to produce in spite of it and not allowing myself to be overcome by it all. Now throw in a head cold that migrates south into the mix. Oh, for the love.

I cannot understand how the human body can produce so much snot!

For me, creativity does not run well when it’s fueled by chaos.

“Progress, not perfection,” has been my go-to statement for the last couple of days.

How are you dealing with the chaos?

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