Despite all goodwill to develop topics incrementally, writing while reading, connecting notes, and revising accumulated drafts, I keep on writing free-flowing, improvised, at the last moment. There is an evident gap between intention and execution. My desires are not satisfied by my actions. It might be due to a bad habit I’ve built. Writing every day, yes, it’s generic. I use to say that the One Rule is “You will write every day.” But I never say what. This becomes to be unbearable and annoying. The only rule cannot be broken, and I committed to writing daily for 365 days. I am only slightly beyond half of the journey. I’ve never skipped a day, OK, I recognize that, but I still cannot move from “writing every day” to “writing every day, following a direction, achieving a purpose, exploring a field, pursuing a research goal.” Researching means not knowing what I should search for. Otherwise, it would not be researching. The problem is the lack of a research method, an inquiry process. I am deluding myself about the possibility of carrying on a dialogue by producing one little piece per day. It could happen if there were a design, a grand scheme, but I am wandering, swinging from the extreme of serendipity to the wall of boredom. Nonetheless, I’ve been caressing a method auspicious on this concern, accumulating a network of related notes created by paraphrasing anything I read pertaining to my direct interests or the spur of the moment. I’ve started it dozens of times. It never gets a firm grip on my habits. It keeps on sliding. I keep on falling into the collector’s syndrome. There are many shining pieces, barely and loosely connected, not leading to any emerging thread, creative ideas, or encouraging draft. I need to be patient. I cannot devote to it more than the time necessary to write this piece today. This is the progress I was able to make in my thinking. I wrote it. That should satisfy the One Rule for today. I can only look forward, farther, and plan, in advance, to develop the questions I am raising when improvising like this. It would be enough to read what I wrote so far.