The water is warm. The rush from the faucet numbs my ears to ambient noises, allowing my thoughts my full attention. Faraway thoughts. Back and forth my balance shifts, left and right, as I wash, rinse, lie, wash, rinse, lie. My center of balance, like a moral compass, a magnetic force within my core. Through my thoughts rises a song and I release it gently. There is calm in this simple chore. In the kitchen, a cool serenity accompanies my solitude. From the distance, laughter rises up above the television chatter and roaring water. Childish squeals pull me in from my distant orbit. I am home again, realizing my journey. I wonder if they missed me — if they even noticed I was gone.
Gene Fowler
"Writing is easy: All you do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until the drops of blood form on your forehead." Gene Fowler
Red Smith
"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein."
Natalie Goldberg
"So it is very deep to be a writer. It is the deepest thing I know. And I think, if not this, nothing -- it will be my way in the world for the rest of my life. I have to remember this again and again."
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