Productination

It was an exceptionally beautiful Los Angeles morning. White clouds completely blanketed the sky, and cold air wafted in through my open window. Growing up in San Francisco, I acquired a strong affection for the year-round fog and colder climate. With autumn just around the corner, temperatures were dropping here in LA, and I welcomed the change.

I took a sip from my hot coffee and inhaled the crisp air. Caffeine pulsed through my veins and the blood flowed into my face. I felt good as I sat down at my computer, really good.

I opened up Word and went into fullscreen mode, cutting out all other distractions.

Where would my writing would take me today? Would I make conscious my subconscious? Would I flesh out old ideas? Would I generate new ones? Would I create great expositions of profound topics?

Would my words shine brilliantly with their magnificence, the likes of which mankind has never before known? Or, would I just completely cockblock myself with internal criticism and mockery?

Suddenly, I froze. I stared, paralyzed, at the blank screen.

The cursor blinked metronomically, keeping time to my torrent of thoughts.

A blank slate provides an infinite universe of possibility. Some of those possibilities result in outcomes that most people would define as failure. But in my world, I define success, no one else.

The words of Wil Wheaton rang out in my head, reverberating in my skull: “Don’t be afraid to suck!”

I took a deep breath, and began.

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