Sometimes I worry that my brain is turning to sludge
My mind is a wobbly epiphenomenon hosted on my slightly miswired brain. I’ve lost some very specific cognitive skills due to epilepsy-induced brain damage. I worry about my subjective evaluation of my own performance.
I’ve been rewriting Hel’s Bet painfully slowly for months with very little feedback, worried that I’ve been writing crap and thinking it’s chocolate mousse.
Initial critical responses to the first 50 rewritten pages are reassuring(!) I am a happy boyo.
I just got back from a walk to my dock. This is the type of stuff I have to put up with around here:
I love my little slice of planet Earth.