I have fifteen blog scraps waiting patiently in my notepad. It’s a nice theoretical concept to write down ideas when they come, and use them later. But then, the whole difficulty appears when it comes to transform them into articles, outside the original context, and make an interesting blog out of them.

The good thing is, it also means they will be better than if I wrote them right in the moment. But, well, I’m not here to write a book. Well, I am, but not here. Not right there. Not for free. It’s only fine as long as I haven’t got a good idea for a novel.

Which situation might last, though.

I’m pretty sure the job I’m made for is that of a script doctor. But you don’t get to be one right away. You have to learn or something. Or have relations or something. Or be lucky or something. Or take your fingers out of your ass or something. All sorts of somethings I don’t know how to do.