Driven

Push, pushing, press, pressure, lift your head only just enough to make sure you’re still going where you want to be going and all the while sometimes your thoughts get ahead of your fingertips when your fingertips are imperfect and occasionally have a way of writing what you’re thinking in the back of your mind instead of the carefully crafted things you’re honing in the front of your mind so don’t be too terribly surprised if you’re thinking very hard about making something polished and perfect and instead you look up and find that you’ve written something that is more akin to what a toddler might find on his fingertip after digging in his nose.

And yet, you persist. Attempt to varnish something old. Search out treasure, things that might been better left unseen because after all the hype after all the talking it up after all the fanfare you may well be left with just some hollow, flaking representation of a poorly-executed dream.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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