Meditation for the last few days has been less productive than I’d like. I can’t stop thinking about my writing; I have so many ideas I want to get out.

But when I write, I look back at what I’ve written and hate it; my writing style is so bland… it’s like eggs that have been prepared perfectly, but with no salt or seasonings of any kind. It tastes like lots of nothing. I spend a lot of time and use a lot of words to say nothing.

I bought myself a Rubik’s cube and have solved it. Once yesterday, then a few times today. I think this is sharpening my brain. Will it help my writing? Probably not. I wonder if, maybe, just asking that question will link the two things together. Perhaps if I perceive that solving the Rubik’s cube makes me a better writer, I’ll make it be so.

So, I really shouldn’t say “No New Results”; I’m just getting different results. I almost know how to solve a Rubik’s cube without a guide now. That’s a result.