3. On making habits
Hello again, on a rare consecutive day of writing. Today, I am feeling a bit uneven, like I’m somewhere in the opening paragraphs of a good short story, but IRL. A lot of bowling pins have been flung into the air and stay up there, somewhere, spinning. While they spin, life carries on here on the ground. When they fall I’d like for them to sit neatly into their respective places and not topple or crash or rattle too wildly so that life can carry on carrying on. Intense action to follow. For better-baked bowling pin analogies read this book.
Outside, winter roams but is less fierce and have you seen the cherry trees holding their first confetti of blossoms? I wonder if I’ll miss them when I leave the city.
p.s. re-writing continues apace. I got into a bit of a flow yesterday and didn’t go to the pub with the other writers which was a bit out of character, though not for the character on the page. I’ve had half an idea of how to turn the older pieces into something worth sharing. Which is good. And now, it’s time to write.