Today I had to produce.

From the moment I awoke, time (from a crawl to a run) was after me. And so I just wrote. And I showered. And I wrote some more. In five hours I had to complete the paper that had taken me 5 days to write.

Now that I’m done, and I am done, I don’t know how I feel.

You see, now that I’ve finished one thing, there are many more to do. Produce produce produce.

And so tomorrow it begins again. No time for playing games or worrying about the naming of things.

Shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and Kings.