We normally don’t want to read our diaries again later, right?

Well, I don´t. I think the difference between what I write in my journal each morning as I drink coffee and what I publish here, is a work to attend to a listener. Bordeom can be a great killer in friendship. In readership too, perhaps? I am not sure the value is placed in the world when I simply talk about my feelings. The extension of ourselves, I am pretty sure, is more interesting. Isn’t an important part of writing writing about different things?

Isn´t that hard?

I want to recite, loudly, the invocation to the Muse for a transcendental push of inspiration.

“For a creative life, we need more than just our daily lives! There is more content in the world! Please give me inspiration! I promise to sit down and keep typing!”