Why I Should Never Write Without a Plan

And how it happens every time anyway

Hey, that’s not the subtitle I wanted!

Realize, if you affirm your faults into the future like this, they will also cling that much harder.

Today, I’ve made this mistake, only this time with awareness kicking in before I could leave it permanently—at least without due acknowledgment, which is the first step in making a difference, for anything.

‘And how we’ll ensure it never happens again’

See?

Now, I can work with this.

Oh, not because I’ll never do it again. There’s no all-encompassing content plan, no vision for perfectly regimented releases.

This is the price of entering the universe as I’ve created it.

*contemplates having entered the universe as you’ve created it*

I’m actually unsure what to imagine! Elucidate for me in the comments, if you so care—

Or leave me a message!!

If you dare—

You know, we really don’t have to look at it as anyone of us having created the universe, really.

This is THE shared responsibility of them all.

And yet, it rewires your brain if you do, with some benefits being a greater sense of responsibility towards every action performed, and every thought which flows through you. Also, people have beautiful eyes, and some of them will open really wide at you when they hear about it.

Also expect some squinting, and perhaps a furrow or two from brows bushy, thin, and non-existent—

“I’m not chaotic! You’re chaotic.”

—the version of me I won’t act out

Of course, this is the internet, and most eyes opened wide will go unwitnessed, unless maybe by our audience’s friends, families, and miscellaneous other loved ones.

What we’ll do for love.

I’m just saying things now.

For the record, the text up until here has been composed in order. I know I laugh about everything here being an intricate non-linear construct, and there sometimes being an influence of AI, but I also do just write sometimes, in which case you should know I’m paying far too close attention to individual paragraph sizes.

On desktop, our previous one is very nice.

For mobile users, clunky might be the word. Though it’ll depend on their definitions of ‘clunk’.

The funky junky, NOT the onomatopoeia.

You’d think I don’t have to say it, but every week there’s one clown—

Alright, let’s get serious for a moment

I’m doing this bit for me. You’re just along for the ride. If you speak now, it’ll be as a ghost—

And I do accept ghosts in my messages!!

I double dare you this time—

Which is absolutely NUTS, as while I do plan to open a scheduled phone line at a fee—for no particular purpose at all than to generate money, share some company, and potentially change your life—I’m not generally enticed by notifications in my mailbox.

I’ll accept the consequences for my actions, but future pieces aren’t recommending this course of action at all!

For the few I message regularly on any level, don’t go getting self-conscious on me; I need you, and you know it.

I used a semi-colon for you. 👈️👈️

And pray to offer more value in time to come, because that’s ☝️☝️ ridiculous.

I never actually got to the part the last subtitle was for

So, there is a plan for upcoming months.

It still incorporates elements of chaos, but it’ll no longer be the shit.

This refers to my last couple of years, the least prolific in my 5-year ‘writing career’ by far, where every impressive content plan I’d created was abandoned just as quickly, and what I finally wrote was based in nothing curated at all.

At least in 2022 I used my journals, lists and study notes to inspire content, and that might have been the year I was publishing on Medium multiple times a day.

I had the best connection with other writers back then too, because I wasn’t so exhausted just trying to THINK about writing, and could actually dedicate my energy to our interactions.

Oh, 2022—

If you know, you know.

Nothing’s been the same for me since then. I’m not even always sure I know whose world I live in anymore.

Which is a silly way of thinking about it, perhaps.

If anyone’s pulling strings, then what a coupling we make! They’re veritably in my world too. That’s actually probably why this whole scenario is still a thing.

They can’t escape me.

And if I died, it’d only deepen the sting.

This whole little spiel will mean something different based on where you’re—they’re—coming from.

Hey.

Wait a second…

Let’s just get to the serious point I actually wanted to make!

This is not a drill.

Anyway, I’ve already written about this briefly yesterday, so I’ll just plagiarize myself for a moment.

“Considering batch creation, just really digging into it for some of the evergreen materials, ‘Love & Motivation’, ‘Self-Development’, ‘Fun Factoids’, and the likes. […] Then I can focus throughout the year on writing stories, poetry, and all that.”

— Gustave Deresse in I’ve Never Been a… Denominator Before

I had to stop and think for a moment, and it seems this whole piece is for entertainment value only. It never required writing. But now it might give a smile—and other facial expressions— or two, and serve as a catalyst for new interconnections I could come to deeply appreciate.

This one’s up for spontaneous deletion someday if any.

And we’ll see it published all the same!

However, that’s all for today.

Only keep in mind that chaos is great only in moderation. You can’t consume it. Try, and you will be consumed.

Stay anchored in light—just as moderately, or you’ll burn—always.

I appreciate you, take care.

Sincerely,
G