46. Needful

I never seem to know where I'm beginning my essays these days. I don't want to think about them ahead of time, though occasionally I do, but I do want to discover what the essay is and where it is coming from and what that particular day is telling me or where it is drawing me, so my more recent essays are much like sitting down to have a cup of coffee with a friend you haven't seen in a while or maybe someone you don't know well, but you know you get along so you can relax with one another and things can grow and move and shift according to the energy that the two (or more) of you bring with you that particular day. There are days I wouldn't try to write an essay or a play, but there are other days when I've surprise myself because I did sit down at my keyboard and something emerged. I'm not sure if this is one of those days, as I'm still trying to figure out what this essay, if it becomes one, is about. I don't feel like writing today. It has been a confounding time in my life recently and today I just don't want to write, which of course is why I need to write.

originally posted August 2015
reposted March 2018

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