As soon as a thought starts shaping in my mind, I grab it, mull it over, and put it into writing. A few minutes later it is on the World Wide Web. Am I eager to share my thoughts with all and sundry? Or am I stashing them away for my own later use? I cannot deny such motives, at least in traces, but neither of the two really motivates my feverish writing. And feverish it has undoubtedly become. The main motive is straightforward: to push all thoughts out of my mind as quickly as possible. That is, to get rid of them once and for all. Which is why similar thoughts are sometimes separated by many years in my magnum opus. I thought I had gotten rid of them already, but I was mistaken. I bet this very thought will take many more valiant attempts to get rid of for good.

Addendum (June 14, 2016)

Whence the connection between writing and shitting in my writings, it goes without saying (see, e.g., “Food for Thought,” April 26, 2007, and “Writing, Shitting,” May 27, 2014). Find, taste, chew, swallow, digest, and expel. Period. But the trick is a dash too neat to be up to its fame. I do not look around for my pieces of shit and subject them to careful examination years later, but this is what I regularly do with my pieces of writing. Even more, I write addenda, like this one, about what I read. In short, the parallel is farfetched, to say the least. As of late, the number of addenda is flabbergasting, no less. And I am getting ever more worried about my fondness for revisiting my magnum opus day by day. Soon enough, this will become my only remaining toil. Would that thoughts could be pushed out of one’s mind by writing them down once and for all! The only way forward is to abandon writing at will and for as long as one wishes, just like thinking.