Yesterday’s post arched up and over the rushing water–a hastily constructed thing. Today’s post binds Sunday’s shore to Wednesday’s.
Let us never speak of the Monday-Tuesday bridge.
Smells Like Last Monday
Skipped aikido tonight to work. Writing three sentences. The last one will indicate that I’m not writing much at all tonight.
About Last Night
Initially I intended for that little 1 minute exercise to be more about character development. Since the inspiration for it focused on the physical form. Instead I got more of what I would call lead-off sentences. Not sticking with my intention isn’t a big deal. I’m just making note.
I probably won’t write against the clock again late in the evening at the last minute any more. Much like trainer walking a horse before a race, timed writing like that warmed up my brain and then left it clamoring in the starting gate only to be led back to the barn. Even when I woke up this morning I continued to probe the first couple of words of a sentence for good breeding.
Strange and unexpected.
I’ll do what I can to return later today, but I’ve got mowing, solo parenting (can’t call it babysitting when they’re yours), and some undefined notion of a third major thing to do today.
Word count: 146
Day 224