tmi tuesday anecdote for funsies:
my hobby as a small child was to dam up the ditch that ran to the east (?) of our house. i’d spend hours trying out different kinds of dirt and using twigs, rocks, weeds, and other things to create a skeleton before using mud to secure it. i’d do this every day after school instead of doing my homework and after i was done I’d go for a ride on my bike.
it is only recently my dad divulged that he’d watch me until i rode away to go play that he’d take the shovel and take everything out so the water wouldn’t run over onto the dirt road.
What do you do when you get to the point where you hate everything you write?