the purefinder - archives - Tue, 2004-07-06
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not written in the morning
The operators of British trains were ridiculed in recent years when they attempted to excuse their occasional inability to operate their trains by blaming 'leaves on the line' and subsequently 'the wrong type of snow'.
I am tempted to suggest that, this last week, I have had the wrong type of time for writing; it would only be a partial truth.
It doesn't, generally, take much time to squeeze out the inane meditations which I put before you. When I'm writing this stuff it tends to come quickly - fully formed and at the speed of typing.
It is true that I've had bits and pieces of things to do here and there - at times and places that have not been of my choosing. Some juggling has been necessary to fit my normal portion of self-indulgence into my days, but I haven't really been short of time.
It's been time available to me at the right time of day that I have been lacking.
If I could write in the morning, everyday, I could write things that I would be proud of.
My preference is to wake before it is necessary and to lie in my bed as a happy witness to the Brownian storm of thought which marks the transition from sleep to wakefulness. When my life has writing in it, these early morning reveries are comprised of phrases and sentences and paragraphs and concepts and conceits - of the highest quality and the most transient nature.
I do try and jot notes down - this thing has been fleshed out from one of those notes. If I could have written it in the morning, I could have written something to be proud of.
(I'll return to develop this a little more in a subsequent entry the next day or so.)
Posted by padraig at July 6, 2004 11:43 PM