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Days Seventeen and Eighteen: Perhaps I Have A Solution To Entering "High Creative Mode"

"Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here." -- Inscription on the Gates of Hell, Dante Alighieri's "Inferno"

The worthy detour? I think I've got a formula for "High Creative Mode"... just it's not particularly consistently effective yet, and it's playing a pretty high stakes game. On Day Seventeen, I made my first crack at applying it, and had an incredible day. I wrote a 5000-word piece, that after editing and getting the ending right, I think could be amazingly fantastic. Just writing it was a joy.

Following from that, I was walking on air for the rest of the day.

In Day Eighteen, I attempted the same thing, and fell short. This was maddening, and the whole day was aggravating. I think I've got a rough formula for High Creative Mode, but it doesn't produce 100% results. And when it fails, it's pretty ugly, at least so far.

I kept detailed notes on both days, much more fleshed out than usual. There's more stream-of-consciousness. They're... honestly, a little weird. You can evaluate for yourself:

What's the Secret to Fitness?

On Musings of a Dick

If you told me a decade ago that I would love fitness, I would’ve thought you were insane. Yup. Batshit crazy. That’s because ten years ago, I was a 220 lb couch potato that loathed exercise more than anyone I knew. Seriously, I hated exercise like Garfield hates Mondays.

So what’s different now? In terms of my necessities, fitness is right up there with eating, sleeping, and sex.

The secret of fitness is to learn to think of it in the same way as you think about eating, sleeping, and sex.

Ironically, the excitement caused me to wake up late from tossing and turning all night. After glancing at my alarm clock in horror, I quickly downed my morning coffee and hustled to the gym. If I didn’t, I would have had that nagging feeling of missing a workout, a feeling that lasts all day.

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