The gods of the algorithm say that the weekend is a bad time to post. But I am a heathen, and answer to different deities.
Among them is the god of Consistency. If left unworshipped for even a day, Consistency becomes jealous and spiteful, and begins to pluck petals from the flowers of our dreams.
In time carelessness will lead us faithfully to the barren plains of mediocrity. This wasteland is insufferable, and we gradually, secretly begin to yearn for sweet relief in death. So to this special type of hell we must say, “not today”.
And so your dreams hunger for daily sacrifice at the altar of effort. Sacrifice will always cost you something. Writing in public costs me the possibility of judgement and embarrassment.
In general, if the cost of the sacrifice does not involve confronting ancient reptilian fears, like social, physical, or mental strain, it is not sacrificial enough.
But it is worth it in time, because Consistency will eventually bless you with the mark of excellence in your craft. Excellence in your craft is a condition in which what used to cost you a lot now costs you very little.
No craft - creative, commercial, warring, or scholarly - is an exception to this rule. The road to craftsmanship is governed by the holy scriptures of Consistency, and she demands her daily bread.
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