Writing tools. Life tools.
Eating, drinking, and sleeping well.
Surrounding oneself with beauty.
Taking challenging dives to earn and learn from the experience. (You and your writing will be better for it.)
And for the love of all that’s good in this world… don’t forget which thumb drive you saved your stuff on.
Or … did you not save it? Or did you save it 15 times in 15 different versions and now nothing makes sense, hiding behind 15 subfiles of what you called being organized?
When your house is neat as a pin but your writers shed is filled with rusty Sandisks and unmarked thumb drives (the ones you will grab if the house catches fire in the middle of the night instead of grabbing clothes because you sleep naked no matter what your mother said) because you don’t want to print anything anymore for fear of making your house look like a half-baked hoarder lives there, landslides of paper collecting dust, spiritual landmines of defeat… one should decide to start printing shit out. Go with the paper landslides. The headache of sorting it all from directory or thumb drive is Herculean and possibly Sisyphean.
That is all.