I do all my best work in bed
Probably because it's dark, so not only am I not looking at anything, but nothing can obtrude on my vision, and I'm not listening to anything, and I'm usually not even very tired, so I have nothing better to do than lie there thinking about the concerns of the day, then get up, turn on a light, fumble around for my glasses, find a pen and paper, and write one perfect paragraph after another, then lie down again and get afterthoughts, ad infinitum. Low refractory period, too.
You know those overpriced chocolate oranges you can buy, which, prior to eating, you whack on a flat surface so they break into segments? This is like them, except ten million times better.
Comments
on 2005-12-01 23:05:09.0, dave zacuto commented:
Let's see some novel or whatever in this space, Ben.
and, further, on 2005-12-02 21:07:08.0, bitchphd commented:
You write perfect paragraphs?
and, further, on 2005-12-03 22:34:43.0, Michael commented:
I've never liked those chocolate oranges.