On Productivity

It's a little upsetting that I can feel so bored but uncreative simultaneously.

It's more upsetting that when I feel a sudden burst of creativity it's for something completely unrelated to the novel I'm kind of supposed to be writing.

Even worse is the idea that after hours my bed is now littered with history backstory and character designs for Nikola Tesla, his niece, and an incredibly evil William Howard Taft next to his exceedingly evil steampunk monorail.

What is infuriating is realizing that a steampunk monorail is basically just a train.


Fuck trains.