“Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful.” - Prince

It’s 4 a.m. and David Lynch is directing my dreams.

Evil, jarring beeping rips me from my nightmare. Through the fog I can’t fathom whether I’m grateful or furious to be awake. Either way It’s my own fault.

Note to self: don’t program your phone to wake you up every time Bitcoin passes 30K. 

The markets never sleep, and increasingly, neither do I.

My first writing gig of the day is a deep-dive on layer 2 ZK scaling solutions for a notorious blockchain news platform. The deadline, for what it’s worth, was yelled at me nine hours ago by my temporary editor. “Get it to me before the markets open in Bulgaria.” 

Bulgaria has a lot to answer for.

I write the opening paragraph on an old ACER laptop with an AZERTY keyboard because I like challenges. Then I check limit-buys on strange Layer 2 DeFi protocols and panic when Metamask doesn’t agree with my brain.

The second paragraph comes so effortlessly I take a break to check my Layer-Zero gains. I’m baffled by an Aptos bridge that thinks I have the mental clarity to move Ethereum from Optimism (I’d put it there when I was drunk, apparently.) to the Mainchain, send it to a CEX because, don’t forget  it’s 4 fucking 20 a.m. and don’t want to use the Hop wormhole, swap it for Aptos and send it back to my newly - and resentfully - created Potem wallet. 

I’ve got 18 windows open on Brave as I try and juggle too many scaling solutions at once. 

My wife rolls over. 

“Can you walk the dog,” she murmurs.

“We don’t have a dog,” I say.

“Thank God for that.”

And she goes back to sleep. 

I finish writing the article. And get out of bed.

Being a web3 writer is mostly about getting into the right creative space. Exercise helps with this.

Before my cold shower (ceramic, asparagus blue tiles) I run up a mountain. 

Backwards. 

Running backwards strengthens the calves, quads and shins. It also adds balance to the muscle groups and confuses twitch fibres, which at my age, is a blessing because I write standing up.

Breakfast isn’t food but a scientific concoction of Nootropics, cod-liver oil (EPA – 700mg, DHA-500mg), a multivitamin (with a coenzyme Q10 and 3 beta blockers), a probiotic (6 billion Lactobacillus Acidophilus) and a spoonful of coconut butter.

I’m keeping my body in Ketosis. 

When I don’t eat my brain works on some kind of higher plane, devoid of distraction, switching between a thousand tasks a second like some kind of fighter jet computer, my mind doing cartwheels at Mach 4, forcing ideas into my cerebrum at 7G. I transcend the normal constructs of human mental capacity and barrel into the atmosphere of trillion dollar hedge fund managers and YouTube stars with a billion fans.

Which is handy as I have to write a press release for a metaverse platform.

I swallow another nootropic.

My mouth is so dry it gets lodged in my throat. 

Which reminds me, I need to do some mindfulness stretching. 

Yoga, Pilates, single nostril breathing and a calisthenics exercise I learned on a silent retreat in Kobe do the trick. 

The press release won’t write itself so I hang upside down from a tree to let the blood flow into my brain. This is important as the brain is where I do most of my writing.

I meditate. 

As thoughts come, I let them go. 

The sun rises and I’m almost ready to start writing. 

Two steps to go.

First, I read thirteen pages of the Blockchain Revolution and 17 motivational quotes from dead poets. 

All the best motivational quotes are from dead people. 

I summarize what I have learned in a leather bound notebook, after which I dive straight into my morning journal. This is three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing as outlined by Julia Cameron in the Artist’s Way.

At 8 a.m. I have a cold shower and listen to the NFT Now Podcast. 

The water - 3 degrees, filtered - elevates my euphoria and stimulates my metabolically active brown fat. I swap the podcast for Belinda Carlise, Huey Lewis and the News and a mix-tape of Binaural beats at a frequency only bats can hear (100hz is the sweet spot).

I have a micro nap as I walk from the bathroom to my office.

I Prepare my desk (mahogany), stand up.

And write.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

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“Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful.” - Prince

It’s 4 a.m. and David Lynch is directing my dreams.

Evil, jarring beeping rips me from my nightmare. Through the fog I can’t fathom whether I’m grateful or furious to be awake. Either way It’s my own fault.

Note to self: don’t program your phone to wake you up every time Bitcoin passes 30K. 

The markets never sleep, and increasingly, neither do I.

My first writing gig of the day is a deep-dive on layer 2 ZK scaling solutions for a notorious blockchain news platform. The deadline, for what it’s worth, was yelled at me nine hours ago by my temporary editor. “Get it to me before the markets open in Bulgaria.” 

Bulgaria has a lot to answer for.

I write the opening paragraph on an old ACER laptop with an AZERTY keyboard because I like challenges. Then I check limit-buys on strange Layer 2 DeFi protocols and panic when Metamask doesn’t agree with my brain.

The second paragraph comes so effortlessly I take a break to check my Layer-Zero gains. I’m baffled by an Aptos bridge that thinks I have the mental clarity to move Ethereum from Optimism (I’d put it there when I was drunk, apparently.) to the Mainchain, send it to a CEX because, don’t forget  it’s 4 fucking 20 a.m. and don’t want to use the Hop wormhole, swap it for Aptos and send it back to my newly - and resentfully - created Potem wallet. 

I’ve got 18 windows open on Brave as I try and juggle too many scaling solutions at once. 

My wife rolls over. 

“Can you walk the dog,” she murmurs.

“We don’t have a dog,” I say.

“Thank God for that.”

And she goes back to sleep. 

I finish writing the article. And get out of bed.

Being a web3 writer is mostly about getting into the right creative space. Exercise helps with this.

Before my cold shower (ceramic, asparagus blue tiles) I run up a mountain. 

Backwards. 

Running backwards strengthens the calves, quads and shins. It also adds balance to the muscle groups and confuses twitch fibres, which at my age, is a blessing because I write standing up.

Breakfast isn’t food but a scientific concoction of Nootropics, cod-liver oil (EPA – 700mg, DHA-500mg), a multivitamin (with a coenzyme Q10 and 3 beta blockers), a probiotic (6 billion Lactobacillus Acidophilus) and a spoonful of coconut butter.

I’m keeping my body in Ketosis. 

When I don’t eat my brain works on some kind of higher plane, devoid of distraction, switching between a thousand tasks a second like some kind of fighter jet computer, my mind doing cartwheels at Mach 4, forcing ideas into my cerebrum at 7G. I transcend the normal constructs of human mental capacity and barrel into the atmosphere of trillion dollar hedge fund managers and YouTube stars with a billion fans.

Which is handy as I have to write a press release for a metaverse platform.

I swallow another nootropic.

My mouth is so dry it gets lodged in my throat. 

Which reminds me, I need to do some mindfulness stretching. 

Yoga, Pilates, single nostril breathing and a calisthenics exercise I learned on a silent retreat in Kobe do the trick. 

The press release won’t write itself so I hang upside down from a tree to let the blood flow into my brain. This is important as the brain is where I do most of my writing.

I meditate. 

As thoughts come, I let them go. 

The sun rises and I’m almost ready to start writing. 

Two steps to go.

First, I read thirteen pages of the Blockchain Revolution and 17 motivational quotes from dead poets. 

All the best motivational quotes are from dead people. 

I summarize what I have learned in a leather bound notebook, after which I dive straight into my morning journal. This is three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing as outlined by Julia Cameron in the Artist’s Way.

At 8 a.m. I have a cold shower and listen to the NFT Now Podcast. 

The water - 3 degrees, filtered - elevates my euphoria and stimulates my metabolically active brown fat. I swap the podcast for Belinda Carlise, Huey Lewis and the News and a mix-tape of Binaural beats at a frequency only bats can hear (100hz is the sweet spot).

I have a micro nap as I walk from the bathroom to my office.

I Prepare my desk (mahogany), stand up.

And write.

__________________________________________________________________________________________

Thanks for reading.

Before you leave, make sure to click the subscribe button. Here it is, look

And If you’d like more, check out my book, literary NFTs or fanfiction.

Follow me on Twitter

And, because I ask a lot.

**Listen to my web3 podcast, Thinking On Paper where my co-host and I speak about writing, culture, art, the human condition, blockchain, NFTs, freedom, self-sovereignty, music and bi-directional value exchange. **