Do you want success?

Do you want success? Do I? You’d expect the answer to be “of course” but I’m not entirely sure. That’s not to say I don’t have fantasies of developing a following in the millions, winning an award (an Oscar would be nice, despite the fact that I’m not involved in the entertainment industry), or becoming very rich. But I do little in the way of pursuing actions that would support those outcomes. I’m not pushing for any of those things.

I guess the answer to the question is, it depends. Whether or not I want it, and whether or not I feel I’ve achieved it depends on the definition you use…

The value of a life.

Why isn’t what I do “living a life”? Because I don’t consider it to be.
I’m always vaguely apologetic when people ask “what do you do?” I shuffle and deflect and respond that I don’t do much, I kind of write, sort of, it’s nothing really. I dismiss how I spend my days and give the impression that writing isn’t really that important to me…

Too prepared.

…One would think that being productive would be a good thing. And it was. Initially. I had one piece ready and then two and then three. But, since I keep the finished posts open on my desktop, things started to get crowded. I decided to redo my file organization…