
You get a short one today.
I had this one in the tank for a while, as a hastily-scrawled idea chilling in a notebook. I convinced myself to adhere to one of my original missions and just type it up and post it. It’s remarkably easy to fall out of the habit and give in to the voice that suggests it’s not good enough. Listening to that voice is a trap because it eventually convinces you not to put anything down at all. Instead, it demands you think it over ad infinitum.
That might be exactly the kind of perception I can’t trust, come to think of it.
I notice that the ink ribbon is behaving somewhat poorly. Or something up there is: some of the text isn’t as clearly marked as it usually is. I was writing on a different surface, one that wobbled precariously as I hammered away on the keys.
I don’t intend to quit using that surface. It’s bright green and has wheels and two wings that fold out to provide more working surface. I’m under the impression that it’s an old portable typewriter desk. I’m not sure that I am of the correct dimensions to use it properly, but it’s fun all the same.










