#397348 added January 6, 2006 at 10:55pm Restrictions: None
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.
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