I keep hearing this beep. It's reminiscent of the self-checkout at the grocery. A cool, high beep, maybe every 15 minutes or so. It isn't driving me crazy. I can't explain how it isn't driving me crazy. It almost seems to be pushing me along. Like an auditory life support. I'm not sure what I'll do if it doesn't stop or if it stops. This is a part of me. It started 2 hours ago. How can I write a short story about hearing a stupid beep in my head? Maybe it isn't in my head. This really seemed like a good idea yesterday or one of the days before that. Not sure. I think I actually heard the beeping when the idea showed itself. Maybe I'm not writing this at all. I use the word, 'maybe' too often. I am truly debilitated by my refusal to see just the one side of anything. There's gotta be a better way to start a sentence. All of these ideas need to be pinned down. My ideas are little bits of me and they are lost and lonely. I could marry them all in an orgiastic ceremony that is simply writing and editing and not procrastinating. I wonder if there were any decent writers who were horrible at typing, not spelling, just typing. I'm gonna check on that. Be right back. Apparently no one cares enough about that particular interest of mine to have studied it first. Guess I could be the first one. I just don't care enough, however. What if I write one complete page of crap a day? Does that contribute anything to anything or anybody?