Epiphanies are such a timesuck.

I’m not dumping that “disunion” speech on you guys after all.  It’s always painful to look at hours and hours of work and know it was wasted.  Ah well.  The perils of creative writing.

And of course “wasted” isn’t quite right.  Without the grunt work the epiphanies don’t come.  And when they do, you have to just go and explore them.

What’s the epiphany?  What came in the flash was the entire psychological framework of utopianism.  It is an uncomplicated, illuminating idea in three parts.  I’ve been writing about it all day, on pen and paper.  So the essay may not, probably won’t, go up tonight.  But soon…an initial exploration of Militant Narcissim.

(Sure hope that label hasn’t been taken yet!)

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About wormme

I've accepted that all of you are socially superior to me. But no pretending that any of you are rational.
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4 Responses to Epiphanies are such a timesuck.

  1. Edohiguma says:

    What?! No wall of text?

    Boo!

    • Xpat says:

      By the way, Edo, Hayami-san to Yobareru Hi (The Day They Call Me Mrs. Hayame) is a terrific drama. But you probably already know that.

      (I lost interest in Strawberry Night, mainly because I can’t get into cop shows that much. It’s all been downhill since Kojak, man. And Hill Street Blues.)

  2. wormme says:

    It’s shaping up to be a different wall of text.

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