So, let's say you're me.
And you've written all that I've written here.
And then, like me, you say: "What do I do now?"
Well, you remind yourself, like I'm doing now, that everything you've written so far is a scrap idea that will be worked on later when you write your book.
So, if you don't know where to go FROM all you have, spend time working WITH what you've got.
Rewrites.
Gotta practice editing too, right?
Rewrite things you've written, but better.
That's what you intend to do when the time comes.
Well, without a new idea for progress, might as well get to work on that.
Richard cracked jokes in his laboratory so wisely that his wit was constantly overlooked. Luckily, he told his jokes to entertain himself and to play, joyusly, with humor.
"A new book on helium came out last week. I started reading it and I couldn't put it down."
He'd dart his eyes around to see if anyone caught the humor, and then he'd smile deeply into his beard.
Women.
Women made Richard uncomfortable.
Well, that's not true.
Richard was uncomfortable around women he was attracted to.
Dalia, who worked in his laboratory, was such a woman.
He didn't notice it at first.Richard never fell for looks. She was gorgeous, to be sure, but that's not what peaked his interest.
One day he overheard Dalia, an ex-biologist, say: "I switched to Cosmology because studying the universe feels like trying to understand the biology of God."
The sentiment sat in Richard's head.
He watered it with thoughts of her and his interest quickly grew.
Richard told jokes to entertain himself, sure, but he also told them when he was uncomfortable to try to make his situations feels less bothersome.
The joke he tried to tell Dalia went as follows.
Why do scientists like Nitrates?
Because they're so much cheaper than Day Rates.
What he ended up saying, due to his discomfort was:
"Why do scientists like Nitrates? Because they're so much cheaper than date rapes."
She didn't talk to him for a while after that.
Poor Richard.
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