Wednesday, November 15, 2006
November Is Like A Month Of Mondays
November is a month of Mondays. A tired and dreary ass old Uncle Sal kind of Monday. And Mondays are no good for writing.
I kick out the jams by Tuesdays and sometimes end up impressing myself.
Wednesdays, I lie back on the chaise, overseeing mass quantities of writing fodder from Tuesday. It's been saved and deleted, rewritten and deleted some more but I've made an effort.
On Thursdays, I pick up the slack from Wednesday, furiously writing jibberish like some kind of stay-after-school punishment.
By Fridays, I find myself coasting with confidence. Words come easily, effortlessly; and even stupidly. But they flow. The main thing is to have it flow. Like the waves. And I ride it all the way to the shore. In my mind.
December is like a month of Mondays....
November is a month of Mondays. A tired and dreary ass old Uncle Sal kind of Monday. And Mondays are no good for writing.
I kick out the jams by Tuesdays and sometimes end up impressing myself.
Wednesdays, I lie back on the chaise, overseeing mass quantities of writing fodder from Tuesday. It's been saved and deleted, rewritten and deleted some more but I've made an effort.
On Thursdays, I pick up the slack from Wednesday, furiously writing jibberish like some kind of stay-after-school punishment.
By Fridays, I find myself coasting with confidence. Words come easily, effortlessly; and even stupidly. But they flow. The main thing is to have it flow. Like the waves. And I ride it all the way to the shore. In my mind.
December is like a month of Mondays....
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