one day onto

I Am Writing This

I am writing this because it is what I do. I write this. Often, when I’m not writing this I think about writing this. Often, I start thinking about writing this before I have finished writing that other thing. I usually think about writing this when I finish writing the other thing. I know this will happen daily—the thinking about writing this. Even when I’m not thinking about writing this—or actually writing this (as I’m doing now)—I know, eventually, I will think about writing this, and that I’ll eventually get around to writing this. Later, after writing that other thing—sometimes, that afternoon or evening after writing that thing—it often occurs that I’ll write this the next morning, sometimes the next afternoon, and rarely the next evening—but I almost always get around to writing this the next day. In this way my life of writing this proceeds—one day onto the next. Always aware that I’ll be writing this. As I am writing this now—for you to read this thing I have written at this exact moment.

What I’m Reading:

“It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run.”

— Margaret Atwood / “February”

Unknown's avatar

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
This entry was posted in Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a comment