Write four lines of prose about: the prodigy.
I'm feeling the urge to start working on a bigger writing project. We shall see if anything comes of it, but I'm hoping saying it here will help to get me going with... whatever it ends up being.
Oh, hey... I'm caught up on comments again. Seems to happen once a month or so. As always, going to try to keep it up.
You know, just like the last twenty times I've said that and then proceeded to fall behind by two or three weeks.
The concert hall is overflowing with attendees, to the point that I'm thinking about calling the fire department to report a room capacity violation. Not that my manager would let me get away with it, obviously. I'm the guy thinking about the safety of my fans, while he's the guy counting ticket sales and figuring out how much his cut works out to be.
He's also my father but I knew by my fifth birthday what his priorities were... which, admittedly, was only two weeks ago.