750 Steamy, Streamy Bits of Word Diarrhea

Drawing of a brain with a fart cloud

Writing more stream of consciousness junk because “be a better writer” is on my bucket list. Yesterday, I pooped out 750 words. Today I puked up twice that number. And yes, I’m mixing some (very) gross metaphors because holy hypergraphia, Batman, the words are coming out both ends.