October 2009
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OCTOBER!!!!!!
A. It’s October! (see headline) This is, arguably, the best month in all the world (and by world, of course, I mean year).
2. Another weird dream. I was in a different country. It was hot and dry with brush and dirt—no grass, few trees, I was staying in a barracks of some sort; long rooms with bunk beds, mess hall for meals. There were other young people there with me. We had signed...
September 2009
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I often remember things I dream between snooze buttons. This morning is was Jack Nicholson’s Joker and he had trapped me and 4 other women in an elevator and was killing some and yelling at others but letting them run. Also, a man posing as a doctor. He had taken up residence in one corner of a hospital and no one who worked there seemed to notice he wasn’t a real doctor. He was...
August 2009
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My muscles are tired, lazy and weak. They groan at the thought of pen and paper. As with many things, the thought is worse than the action. Once pen hits paper it seems as easy to keep writing as to stop.
Rain, rain and more rain. You would think that maybe this was the NW instead of the Mw. When rain comes like this the initial desire to stay in bed and listen to the rain on the windowpane...
And so I begin . . .
It is important to practice. I don’t always get a chance to do it everyday after work. And in the morning before—well, I’m just not willing. But I have this commute; at least 30 minutes, 2 times a day, 5 days a week. The perfect opportunity to breathe and just contemplate and write. Maybe I will generate ideas. Maybe I will work through problems. The point is just to put the pen...