Funny thing about writing

is that I can look and look and look at a section of an essay and not be able to make it make sense...sometimes for a month or more. Then, one day, usually while working on something else, or reading something unrelated, I get this "psst, hey...." feeling. I go back to the section, I add two or three sentences here and there and, WHAM--clarity. Just. like. that.

This is one of the reasons that we need people in our society who are not ruled by outcomes and productivity. The human brain is not a linear sort of creature.

Also, if you have not read Hans-Jost Frey's Interruptions, you really should. It's an interesting space in which to let your brain work on whatever it wants. Which, for me, is the mark of a really good book: that I'm very attentive to it, and myriads of thoughts and conjectures and connections bubble at the same time.