Saturday, Nov 15, 2025 at 4:59 PM

The urge to create meaning ebbs and flows, but it is not predictable for this writer. Starting the #100days writing challenge, some good ideas came to the writer. But now, it is a slog. One is also reminded of the infamous wall of the marathon runner. The writing of peers at Listed.to site inspires this writer. One feels that imagination has grown tired now. Thoughts come of accomplishing free writing sessions. But where does one do it? Before, coffee shops were the usual places. But now, they are more like convenience stores with fast traffic and high turnover of customers. There isn't much money in writing for fun. It is hard work, like shining a rock with a file, one feels. But the mind wants to live in cloudy outer skies—flying free, seeing the sights, and reveling in golden light. That is the dream of this writer. I admire the work of Liefq, the Rambler, and others in foreign languages. Thanks to computer translation, wonderful offerings provide motivation. I didn't intend to shout out to people at Listed.to. I also don't understand the commercial writings on the surface at Listed.to, as an aside. One may dig out some past writings in ink on paper and try to resume some free writing based on those rough and faulty passages. Imagination showed up. It is a flicker on the tip of the flint—sometimes the flame catches on for some heat and light in time.