I Wrote A Piece of Fiction Today

A detour into the fictional as part of my daily meditative practice of writing.

As readers of the Frontier Psychiatrists are likely aware, I write it every day. I have a couple of collaborations in process, but they're not done yet. This piece of writing did get done, so I can publish it for today. In my mind, it's the beginning of a novel, but I've never written a novel, and it seems like a lot of work. For my health enthusiast readers, this is a thing I do for my health, which is write every day. If you're looking for some awesome review of the evidence, stay tuned for tomorrow. I'm sure they'll be more of that coming! I have no idea if the following ever turns into something else.

It's frustrating. That's the bottom line. There's a sense of frustration. A sense of wanting to attend. Wishing to pay attention. Morning. Warning. Mourning. It's not right. Not the way it is. 

John would spend every morning this way. Every morning this way for about a decade. In the years before this decade, John would regret his first name.  He wished it was something more out…