As soon as any kind of thought forms in my mind, I jot it down. And I presently post it on the World Wide Web for easy reference. No matter how lame, every single thought is dear to me. Indeed, precious. Another pearl of consciousness, to use a favorite term as of late. The last few years, I measure my output mainly by the number of pieces written rather than by their length. In fact, the fewer the words, the better. At least in my own mind. Which is why I went to my website as soon as I woke up this morning to check my output the last few days. Yesterday’s collection of my pearls gives me special pleasure. Seven of them, no less! Just scanning the long list with yesterday’s date is enough for me to feel fulfilled. Nay, justified in my effort. Seven pieces of writing in one single day! Ah, I am getting outright gullible in my dotage.

Addendum (September 7, 2016)

Pearls of consciousness? As it turns out, the term appears in my writings exactly thrice. The first time, it was in a haiku (“Pearl of Consciousness,” February 23, 2011). And so was the second time (“My Recognition,” May 6, 2011). I explore the term with a bit greater care only in this piece, where it appears for the third and last time. Alas, it was in 2011 that my Residua started growing at a clip. Actually, exploding. And the explosion went all the way through 2014, the record year in terms of the number of pieces written, but I started controlling it a year later. In spite of reasonably good results to date, though, it will take me many more years to stop jotting down every single thought that forms in my mind. With some luck, and I use this term advisedly, I will be back to normal, as it were, in three or four years at the earliest. Pearls of consciousness, my ass.