Does coffee have more effect on you, or a lunar eclipse? Coffee, he said, but this endless bureaucratic mess around Austrian citizenship keeps me more sleepless than the moon or coffee ever could. The lady said, “Wait another year or two and get a proper job (Writing ain’t a job) and pay taxes.” This is just as annoying as when someone asks, “What do you do?” as if it were interchangeable with “How are you?”, and then follows up with, “But how do you make a living?”
I’m realizing things, but I don’t know what to do with what I now know. I also realized that I was writing around a big plot hole, and I kept replicating the process in as many new variants as possible.