Bemacs, and a C-k keybinding for ideas.

How odd. This entry, at last, is being drafted into an Emacs scrap
buffer, sadly titled, ggdsghd. Yes, it is what came out when I made a
scrap buffer, randomly hitting clicky keys for a
name. Ironically the sentences above are just fill, fodder so I can
actually write. The blank black of my screen kills muses very
viciously. But I won’t kill them, that is, the fodder; for they do not
deserve the erasure.

Erasure is the focus, or rather, the complication at hand today. This
blog entry was delayed for several weeks because of the unavailability
of a C-k method for ideas stored in your brain (Bemacs?), and the
inability for me to do it myself, picking and choosing what is
best. How do bloggers choose a topic and write? I find it utterly,
exasperatingly difficult. A metaphor might be of use here; I’ve always
likened my thoughts as a tree, with everything branching out,
branching out on a random loop. Everything has sub-branches, and nodes
which connect to each other and in order to abstract the thoughts,
making them whole and singular, one must make sure too drag the
connections outwards as well. You break the connection, the whole
branch falls off, and these are very thin branches to be lifting a
whole tree from.

All this self-examination is unnerving. Who am I, to spare precious
bytes over me? The concept is a waste, of anybody’s time, and
especially mine, for I know that it is extremely arrogant to write
about oneself. I should be writing about something important, the
context of which lies in the tree described, but to comment
intelligently when it is not verbal; an argument, if you will; is the
trouble. A podcast perhaps?

No. There must be something which I can do, write about, find a way of
showing, or pronouncing an opinion gathered from facts. That is, doing
all that without breaking a tree.

I apologise for this entry, for it should not be shown in public: a
jumbled mess of thoughts mixed in with analysis of something that
should not be analysed. I placed it only purely to show a way of
thought, and struggle.