A writer’s life doesn’t always include more than administrative words: Name, City of residence, “potatoes” listed under “Co-op” for Friday’s errand. And this last entry is tapped out on a five-inch screen where one now stores their mind, no matter that a whole day of calendar entries vanished last week.
When enough time passes without it, the act of pressing pen’s ink into circles and lines, even for necessary but minor matters, becomes a child-like and spiritual act. I can form meaning and feel it in my hands. I miss the smoothness of writing, but there is only space for spoken words when Grandpa is sick and medically tended in five different offices, the oldest child shifts into adulthood now seeking new guidance, his brother eases from childhood into adolescence, and all the other doings of family and work life require time and attention, details abundant.
Sleep. A writer must sleep. Rest creates connections between what is and the page, necessary threads that become too thin to grasp when no time is allowed for the universe to extend her mysteries toward us in between sound sleep and wakefulness.
There are months when a writer’s life leaves only the smallest spaces for writing. I am here.
When enough time passes without it, the act of pressing pen’s ink into circles and lines, even for necessary but minor matters, becomes a child-like and spiritual act. I can form meaning and feel it in my hands. I miss the smoothness of writing, but there is only space for spoken words when Grandpa is sick and medically tended in five different offices, the oldest child shifts into adulthood now seeking new guidance, his brother eases from childhood into adolescence, and all the other doings of family and work life require time and attention, details abundant.
Sleep. A writer must sleep. Rest creates connections between what is and the page, necessary threads that become too thin to grasp when no time is allowed for the universe to extend her mysteries toward us in between sound sleep and wakefulness.
There are months when a writer’s life leaves only the smallest spaces for writing. I am here.