Good morning writerfriends — what’s waking in you today? This morning there’s a small bird just outside the back window, maybe sitting on the garage or in one of the tree branches above, and she’s sharpening her chirp against the waking light, against the clouds and bare-bones blue, she’s a steady state reminder that all is not concrete and exhaust in Oakland.
I’m thinking of routines. My alarm went off at 4.45 to get me up for the blogging, and I think my fingers took over for my sleepy body, turned off the alarm with no snooze, and then I half-dreamed about what I would write in the blog. Then I became aware that I was doing this, and got so excited, because it meant the blog was just about done — all I had to do was get up and type out what I’d been imagining. Then I went more to sleep, and when I woke up an hour or so later, I’d forgotten what I’d dream-blogged. (Do you ever have dreams like that, with story or poems or songs or other writing/creative work in them, finished and whole and offered out from your psyche?)
So, routines: Yesterday I was in conversation with my friend Kathleen, who said, I don’t even know your schedule anymore — I used to know when you were headed to work, when you were on the boat, when you had time away from your dayjob, when you were in workshops. Now everything’s changed!
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