Inside the Mind of a Nathan

Guuuuys! I'm such a lazy bum! In the past five days, I only wrote once!

I created weekly quests!

Yo! I just discovered Scrivener, and I think it's going to help tremendously! No, I can't work on my writing website right now! Maybe tomorrow. I'm getting there. I'm catching up. I'm recovering. It's been a long hiatus, I know. Never fear; projects will be underway again soon. For now, I discovered this new software, and it's going to make my lesson plans so much happier.

(You gotta say this with a weird voice in your head.) Hoooooooollleeeeeee sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Once again — and with all due respect to Dr. Hyatt... You know what. I'm not even gonna. It's the same story over and over again.

There is not even remotely enough time to cover half the updates. Straight to it then: God orchestrates things like a mad-man!

Holy moly! All the things! Main story: God is good — even when I fret about all the stuff. I don't know about you, but I like to worry about dollars. A recent event caused in me a panic, and then God resolved it all with a sort of playful, understanding hug.

God’s grace and mercy are bigger than any of our weaknesses, follies, or misfortunes. Let me say it again: God’s goods are always and forever so much bigger than our bads. I can’t tell you how much shit I’ve done. Not like I wouldn’t tell you; I just don’t remember all of it, lol.

Well, daaaaaaang son! If I didn't know any better, I would say I didn't write very often. But let's not get into that just now. Admittedly, I've been considering starting another blog. There are a lot of things I want to say that, well, I feel just can't be said in a pseudo-public blog.

Well well well. Three holes in the ground. I caught up on a few boring tasks. They keep saying do the legacy tasks first. I keep ignoring them. Legacy tasks are hard to complete when you're feeling anxious about bills, notes, emails, and all the rest — but I think that's when the switch will take place. I think that's when I will transition from a young man who writes often into a full-hearted writer. Imagine that.

The world is still tremendous! And I am still rather small. I spoke with a dear friend earlier today who said he is learning how to be small on this vast planet. He said it’s terrifying to embrace that reality. I don’t know if I find it terrifying — but that could perhaps be why I feel so timid so often. I don’t know how to handle the vastness, and I scurry away.

I shall conquer the world! One book at a time! Holy heck, I feel it: the proximity, the nearness.

FTA. Feed the animals. I recently read an article that discussed how to organize your time. Super-summary: The first half of your day should be legacy tasks (things that will push your projects forward, whatever they might be). The second half should be feeding the animals (all the tasks that keep everybody happy, the things that keep the various pots from boiling over).

HOLY HECK But I'm not gonna talk about that right now. In other news, I CLOG MY OWN CREATIVITY.

I've started tutoring a young lady whose writing is even more scattered than mine. I'm really impressed. In other news, a poetry collection is brewing! I decided to go with Untold Tales; that's its working title at the moment anyway. It's a slow process.

Yar! I'm a pirate! AKA, I'm spoofy tired. Not really; I'm just fretting about money. Sparrows, dude: we're worth more than many sparrows. True enough, sparrows live and die, but, in general, they just go and fly and find food and feed their little babies.

Oh snap! Oh snap, oh snap! I just felt angsty about posting a thing! I don't know if I'm supposed to do that. Even in my fictional literature, I'm still gonna bring up edgy topics. I guess it'll be less clear what my stance is since there will be a fine variety of characters. Who knows.

My friends, it has been too long since I've written a purely proper randomizer of a blog post. As it turns out, I'm tempted like every other writer to think that I have to sound spiffy. One of the greatest sources of writer's block  is the addiction to sounding good.

Tuesday! A perfect day for writing. Fun fact: Every day is a perfect day for writing. I am not yet there though. I am not yet in the admirable habit of writing every day — much less during a specific time. Well, I do write every day; I have three journals now in which I write with some regularity. Yadda yadda. In other news: double-crossers...

Someday, I want weekends to be a thing again. Today happens to be one such day: my class and student are off for the holiday weekend, so I have no formal obligations the rest of the day!