Random Musings

Not Enough Time

There simply aren't enough hours in my day when I'm writing.

Today, I sat down shortly after noon, and began editing a piece upon which I've been working. Then, to tie up some loose ends, I had to go back and read some previous work for the details. I wrote, backspaced, deleted retyped, read, cut, pasted, and revised. I so love the process.

I love how the images take shape, becoming clearer, and clearer until they're just like I think I want them. I move on from that, but when I come back to look at what I've written, I can make it even clearer. Or I can decide that I didn't want to say that at all and take it back without hurting anyone's feelings, unlike when I'm talking.

When I looked around, it was getting dark.

I wish every day could be like this one was. But then, I guess if all my days were like this, I wouldn't appreciate it as much.