Seven Degrees Left of Center

Too Many Projects, Too Little Brain Space

Some days my brain feels like a computer with too many tabs open. Half are frozen, a few are playing mysterious audio, and one politely asks if I’m still there. Spoiler: I’m not.

It always starts small. One story idea sparks another, and soon I’m juggling a memoir, a couple of sci-fi worlds, and a blog post about how I can’t focus on any of them. My mind tries to organize it all but loses the list somewhere behind a cold coffee mug and a half-remembered sentence that was going to be brilliant.

Each unfinished project sits there like a neglected pet, watching with sad eyes. I promise I’ll come back soon. Of course, I rarely do. Yet too many projects also mean too many sparks, proof that the creative pulse is still alive even if it beats out of rhythm.

Maybe the goal isn’t to finish everything. Maybe it’s to keep the compass needle moving, even when it spins the wrong way.