When I have a piece of writing in mind, what I have, in fact, is a mental bucket: an attractor for and generator of thought. It’s like a thematic gravity well, a magnet for what would otherwise be a mess of iron filings. I’ll read books differently and listen differently in conversations. In particular I’ll remember everything better; everything will mean more to me. That’s because everything I perceive will unconsciously engage on its way in with the substance of my preoccupation. A preoccupation, in that sense, is a hell of a useful thing for a mind.
Writing needn’t be a formal enterprise to have this effect. You don’t have to write well. You don’t even have to “write,” exactly — you can just talk onto the page.
Thats exactly, I pursue here. It depends on what I come across. Some times, there are just snippets, sometimes, blurbs but often times, there are well thought out write ups.
I have always mentioned- these ideas form the raw material for deeper profound thinking. I think a better part of 2020 was spent in understanding and hacking this process. The missing pieces fall into place.