#obsessivepuzzles

Thank you! I've been very busy with work and projects so I haven't been able to answer many questions and I apologize to our followers. I'm going to try to find more time to answer questions for you guys.

Actually, it’s the time pressure? I’ve found I’m much more productive when I time myself instead of simply blocking out a huge amount of time. Try working for 20min with a timer, then take a short break after that before trying the 20min loop again.

see i've tried things like that with like the pomodoro timers and it doesn't work very well for me, like the timer's going but i can't feel the time pressure?

more often then not even when i don't slip up and wind up actually doing things i shouldn't instead of working i wind up just staring blankly into space because i just can't focus, and i can't seem to MAKE myself focus like i can when i'm taking a test :/

Original post: http://www.johnskylar.com/post/82996706080/masochistic-writer-does-tumblr-ask-event. Tag for all posts: #noirproject.This one is for @obsessivepuzzles, who I'm working with on a top secret project to be announced soon. Check out her blog! I'm on my iPad, so I'm having some issues with the formatting, but here's where it starts:

The spray paint cans littered the crime scene, emptied of their souls all over the brick alley-wall.

A 30 foot mural screamed across the neighborhood as the cops wandered the site looking for anything that might point to a suspect.

It was the fifth mural this week.

I stepped back to see the three-color monster in all its glory. This one read, “YOU ARE FREE TO BE YOU.” It showed people, real people from the neighborhood, painted with deep black lines, blue highlights, and some red accenting here and there. It showed hookers, bookies, cops, barflies, the works, all of them happily getting along. In the gutter, unconscious, was a mob enforcer.

That had been the theme of all the murals: take down the criminals.

"BE YOUR OWN MASTER," the second read.

"THE WICKED ARE JUST SCARED," said the first.

In the corner, on all three, the signature just said “KSB.”

And they were starting to change minds around town, it seemed. Some people were talking about a neighborhood watch. They even asked me if I’d consult.

The detective on the scene turned to me. “You want to help us catch this hooligan?”

I squinted at the mural again, which was starting to reflect some glare as the sun came out.

Congrats! What job if I may ask?

lmao it's just a call center job in customer service but it's better hours and more pay than the bullcrap i'm doing right now