I read the pages I wrote yesterday and realized I could do better. I did my best. Knew I had to wrap ten pages by 12:30pm to be able to pickup my children on time.
Still no typewritten pages yet today. It’s 1:35pm.
Had a shift in schedule this week, and this opened up my Saturday, and I’m feeling the pull to rest.
There is no more asking why. No more staring at a pile of blank pages, and the typewriter on my desk. No more complaining about having to spool a new ink ribbon. Or how the escapement skips. I have the tools I need, and they have their quirks and it’s all for a reason. Just have to get this done.
One may integrate with the Full Moon and let things go. This tills the earth in the garden. Opens up fresh new space.
Okay, that’s enough stalling now. I’m going to get this done.
-W.V.Carleton