It’s better when you let yourself fall into the moment and say fuck it.
This is what I’m doing. This is what I want to do.
This is what I need to do.
This is it.
And then you fall back on the couch and spend the rest of the day lazing about, because the words “no rest for the wicked” are a drain on the soul.
Rest is for the content. The wicked can go fuck themselves.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 2280 words, novel: Father Lightning