Hi, my name is…

My notebook has named itself Stepheus. I mean, I say that as if I had nothing to do with it, even though I was the one who wrote the name on a sticky note and stuck it on the front cover. I’d been trying to write ‘Stephens’ but a quirk of my handwriting made the ‘n’ look like a ‘u’ and I kinda liked the ring of it so I saved the mistake. My notebook just happened to be the nearest object I could stick something to. 

Well, now that’s all I can think of every time I look at the notebook. And it’s beginning to take on its own personality. Stepheus is a bad influence with a short attention span. Stepheus constantly demands my attention, only to have nothing to say. Stepheus likes to shuffle up all the pieces of my inspiration and make me struggle to figure out how to put them back together again.

That said, Stepheus has helped me finally break through on a few parts of my story that have been eluding me for over a year. So there’s that. 

My inspiration has been pretty erratic lately. I suspect that it has something to do with my mood, which, in turn, I suspect has something to do with my hormones. I keep running out of energy. 

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on October 9, 2017.

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