Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For the sake of a loose connection to a previous scribble, or the ending I omitted, had to do with what I suppose is called a maxim, or maybe it's adage, or saying. It's the one about following your passion or excitement. When joining Substack I was full of excitement, but I have become disillusioned with it. Coming to Wrizzit was rather devoid of excitement, but more of a calm state; casually strolled over here, signed up, started the journey. The other would be the one about time flying when you're having fun. I hadn't really been in the writing mindset for a long time. Restarted the engines a couple weeks or so ago. Have these couple weeks been fun? Yeah kinda. Fun enough. Challenging. Some days I had to push myself to sit and put words down. Doubts do murmur in the background. Overall I've enjoyed it. But the sense of time definitely feels like it went to a slower grinding pace. Dense. Denser. Maybe it comes down to how we are defining Fun and Passion and Excitement. 🤷♂️