How To Turn Your Life’s Mess Into A Manuscript

Lost In The Algorithms- Daily Odyssey # 16

Every morning, in the ungodly hours when even the sun’s too lazy to rise, I find myself in a twisted tango with my inner demons and a desperate thirst for words.

The routine’s simple: wake up, gulp some water like the elixir of creativity, do some stretches, and then down a double shot of espresso, the writer’s holy water.

Writing was supposed to be a casual fling, a part-time dalliance. But somehow, it’s turned into a full-blown war with words where the only casualties are my sanity and the delete key.

In this era, where social media churns out content zombies faster than a fast-food joint, I keep clacking away at the keys.

Why?

Because I’m holding onto the naïve hope that somewhere out there, someone’s still jazzed about a well-crafted sentence.

Jon McPhee, that wise old sage of words, once said, “Writing is a matter strictly of developing oneself.” Let me tell you, it’s more solitary confinement than a zen garden.

It’s you versus the blank page… a Wild West showdown where the tumbleweeds are just crumpled balls of paper.( well deleted blank pages)