My writing is moving mighty slowly. I have plans, outlines, ideas.
Plans, outlines, and ideas, about a writing project that is against the idea of planning.
How odd.
What I'm really against is not the idea of planning, but the idea of naive planning. The idea that planning is a necessity.
I asked a friend earlier today, 'Why do we think we need to make life happen?'
Life happens whether we plan for it or not.
It is like Taleb, when he said, 'As if the world needed to be governed.'
Take it easy, now.
Let it come as it does.
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