Of course I wonder. That's code for worry.
Am I caring enough?
Here's the answer. There are quiet moments. And I'll spend those thinking up stories. Because I'm a writer, and I get to invent shit if I want to.
There isn't time, or energy, to write those stories. So I slosh them around in my head. I'll get to them later. Ten minutes of thinking up stories.
Then it's back to measuring space. Tidying things. Seeing to detail. Arranging shit. I do okay. People tell me I am doing okay. Doesn't mean I can't worry.
I could spend that time typing stories. A few hundred words a stint. But I like having ten minutes away. Maybe there's a ready meal in the microwave, counting down.
Usually, it's a matter of setting something up and seeing to something else. But sometimes it is important to set one thing up and let the fuck go of everything else. I am poised, like a tiger, ready to leap into action if I have to.
And sometimes I leap.*
*No wildlife was hunted down and tigered in the making of this blog post.
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