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Notes to myself (and others should they care to take it to heart, but mostly myself) on this friday the thirteenth:
My mind does not work in a linear fashion. At least not entirely. Everything I write is just practice, not finished product. Backstory. Experimentation. A way of getting to know people and things. A way of saying 'hey, what would happen if I did things like this'? If it makes it into the finished narrative, that's fine. But there are no guarantees. And there is also nothing wrong with that, either.
Life, beyond a certain point, is never guaranteed. Plans become fuzzier the further out from 'now' you go. Planning is at least fifty percent fruitless.
The branch that bends survives the windstorm.
And in other news, the Macs won't play well with our print server.
My mind does not work in a linear fashion. At least not entirely. Everything I write is just practice, not finished product. Backstory. Experimentation. A way of getting to know people and things. A way of saying 'hey, what would happen if I did things like this'? If it makes it into the finished narrative, that's fine. But there are no guarantees. And there is also nothing wrong with that, either.
Life, beyond a certain point, is never guaranteed. Plans become fuzzier the further out from 'now' you go. Planning is at least fifty percent fruitless.
The branch that bends survives the windstorm.
And in other news, the Macs won't play well with our print server.