I Had Been Writing about Writing, but Haven't Written Anything Since …

… not since the last time I wrote.

I wonder how much I write is really just an exercise in getting my own attention on something.

How much of it is just a probe into my brain through the exercise of typing a few words to prime the pump?

How much of it is something that, somehow, needs to be communicated beyond my own awareness?

Sometimes I really have something to say. That is when it is exceptionally hard to say it. Perhaps it is because of the self-imposed pressure to 'say it just right" and get all my thoughts in some orderly arrangement.

But, now, for instance, there is no pressure because I don't have any particular axe to grind. I come to this moment with no idea about what to write or why.

I am not saying that this is not important. My not knowing is no criteria for insignificance. I am a tool in a Larger Hand and writing is a tool in my hand. I simply opened this "Compose" page to make myself available.

I have done so and I seem to be out of words.

That could, of course be remedied, but my 7:30 appointment just showed up 20 minutes early.

That happens and it someones works into the plan.

As I said the other  day, "write something."

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