Secrets Editors Don’t Tell You About
Lost In The Algorithms — Odyssey # 52
The secret of life, much like the secret of editing that editors rarely divulge, is that everything is perpetually ‘to come.’ Four weeks out, and I’m living it — every fiber of my being tense with anticipation, every day stamped with the persistent reminder of TK, a notion borrowed from Steven Pressfield but lived by me.
As I sit here, the 5 AM darkness enveloping me, and freezing my balls off , the only warmth I feel comes from the steam of my black coffee, battling the relentless cold that invades the solitude of my mornings.
Outside, the rain taps a morose rhythm on the skylight — tick, tick, tick — echoing the inexorable march of time. It’s a background score for my morning ritual; the coffee steams, my thoughts simmer. This chill isn’t just physical. It mirrors the isolation, the biting reality of a journey mostly in shadows.
‘TK’ — that incessant whisper of what lies ahead is still to come, that the story is still unfolding. It’s not just a tag; it’s a pulse that beats through my daily existence, nudging me whenever complacency tries to set in. It’s the unfinished symphony of a life defined by the constant struggle against resistance, by the relentless pursuit of a self not yet fully realized.
