I simultaneously work well and terribly while on pressure—it's a coin toss as to which, or if both. But what I do hate is getting rushed through things when I have plenty of time to do work.
A bird landed at the edge of my window sill. I haven't moved from my bed for the past fifteen minutes for fear of scaring it away. It just keeps chirping.
Sometimes I like to feed chapters into ChatGPT and its estranged siblings and am always surprised at the stuff it manages to find from my pantsing—most of it I never even intended.

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