thinair Boulder, Colorado. elevation 5400 feet.

Articulate Noise

Whenever I sit down to write I always start telling how it all happened. Some chain of events lead me to want to write and I can't do anything until I've described each link. About an hour later I notice that I've carefully written and re-written a lot of stuff, links to articles and related material. I have scattered text files of initial thoughts on related topics I should flesh out someday. And I have written nothing about the topic itself. In the remaining ten minutes I scratch out hasty, half-baked cruft or an outline of what I really wanted to publish. When do I ever find more than an hour to write?

Gems in the rough among piles of articulate noise.