For the first time in many months, I had a week which wasn’t particularly busy. Or rather, not busy by my usual standards. And I celebrated by being completely brain-dead for the entire week. I managed to accomplish what work was sent my way, and I attended all of the martial arts classes as usual, but other than when working out, I spent the entire week on autopilot.

Reading

I made minimal progress in Doctor Zhivago, due to my brain simply not working. And also by sleeping through what is usually my reading time in the mornings. I really shouldn’t let myself get so exhausted.

Writing

I barely even wrote in my journal this week, though I plan to ramp that up significantly, if for no other reason than that between the tidal wave of LLM-generated content, and the capture of all of the online platforms by billionaire fascists of various flavors, handwritten creative work is the only writing which is guaranteed to be “real.”

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Super Powers, Precursors
Setting: Labyrinth
Genre: War

Listening

“I Hate You” by Kirk Thatcher and his band The Edge of Etiquette. Recorded for That Scene in Star Trek IV.