twenty five twenty ten

This cannot be an impossible task.

I’ve been feeling more and more like my brain is spinning around at magnetic north, like maneuvers both basic and advanced are intractable; refusing to be plotted out. It’s a queer, shiftless feeling, and I grow more and more comfortable with it every day.

This, obviously, will not do.

So: these twenty-five nuggets pose a baseline challenge. At once both overly broad and overly narrow, they are nonetheless ready to scatter in the wind. I can’t really think of any way around it other than to hold my breath and dive in. (Too early to second-guess the list? I do not know how to dive.) I suppose we’ll see if anything germinates.

Anyway, feel free to play along at home. It’s kind of like NaNoWriMo, except there’s no peer motivation, transparency, clarity, rhyme, reason, or final work product. Oh, and the loser doesn’t get slaughtered at the end.

Perfect is the enemy of good. I never tire of that little pearl.