I have essays I want to write. Long opinion pieces that take me hours, if not days, to write, because they often contain independent information that I check and cross-check.
So they stay half-written because I am time-poor and mildly disorganised. So nothing gets published.
I’m working on reading my Substacks first thing in the morning instead of doomscrolling, because it makes me feel more world-aware, if not quite caught up with what my friends are doing.
Lots of my subscribed writers just do little snippets. Not huge essays. I read them with pleasure, too.
I’ve never been any good at diaries and journals and daily writings.
But today, I thought any publishing is better than none.
So I just walked on to the front verandah and snapped this quick shot of the goats behind the house yard gate. It just so happens to be the same view from my desk, and occasionally I like to remind myself it’s a fairly awesome view.
Because the sky is gloriously blue, the air is mild and will be wonderfully hot later on. Because it’s Autumn in Canberra-and-surrounds (Australia), and it’s probably the most glorious time of year for us.
This post has no purpose, no meaning, beyond some prettiness.
And maybe to clear mental blockages …