No, not as in sent back to the nice young men in their nice white coats (and I’m not talking about the cabana boys in togas). I’m recommitting to these pages.
I looked ahead at the schedule of things to come and screamed in horror. There’s no way, short of wormhole time travel, I can get everything done I want to do. (Yes, yes, welcome to life. I know.) It would be so easy to drop a few things.
This isn’t going to be one of them.
Not because anybody cares but me, but because I made a commitment to this. It’s always so easy to drop a few things. But it’s equally easy to pick them up again. I need to just pick them up every day.
I’m going to move this to a morning schedule and see what that does for me. I was following a recent thread about finding time to write and a solid majority of the respondents said they have to write in the morning, before the day drains their energy and creativity. I hate mornings… No, that’s not true, I love mornings for sitting on the back porch reading. But I hate mornings for work. Still, I want to try to give some morning hours to writing; might as well be this.
Can experiments performed on yourself, with full disclosure, still be unethical?