Tuesday, October 9, 2012

in a perfect world . . .

This is not one.

If it was I wouldn't have lost the entire post of written while waiting for Iz at the orthodontist. Which, it turns out, is a very good place to write. I've given up trashy magazines, my interest in words with friends is on the wane, the crowded waiting room filled with pre teens and actual teens means no meaningful conversation.

It's not like I'd written anything all that extraordinary either. But I'm committed to 40 days of getting words out.

It's still a struggle to find my voice and the flow that used to be so effortless.

But, I couldn't go to bed tonight without writing.

And so the routine starts to settle in.

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