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I’ve noticed that there’s a few things that get in the way of my writing sometimes, and all of them have to do with the word ‘lack’. There’s lack of time, there’s lack of inspiration, lack of motivation, you name it. Look at all those lacks.

And yet, when I attempt to find some common thread that ties all of those together, well . . . it’s me.

There’s things that I find I’m doing that I really shouldn’t be, stuff I’m making time for that really doesn’t do anything productive or useful aside from giving me time to think of bizarre things. Sometimes this can be useful, give me ideas and whatnot. Well, at some point you have to look at the vast storehouse of ideas you’ve got trapped in your cranium and say to yourself, “Self, I think you’ve got enough. How about we actually do something about one or two of those ideas you’ve got up there?”

This morning, I asked this question of myself, and what did I have to say to myself?

“Self, you’re absolutely right.”

So, this is Day 1. Note the capital letter. Starting now, I eat like a caveman, and I write like a maniac. And I don’t stop until I’m forced to.

Watch the Aaron-shaped blur.