Thursday, 2 January 2020

january 2

the sun was up and stretching its light across the sky and land. there was a concert on the radio, the vienna philharmonic. i spent the day kicking around the house, my papers and books everywhere. i wrote a couple of cards out by hand and started but could not finish them. i had pale pink paper and  ink the color of an oak barrel. it's not that i don't have much to say. a winter morning, the cats are nosing behind fabric to stay warm. every few hours i seem to be at the stove preparing coffee or tea. i am hunting around for action in the story i am writing. a slow process and every word counts.

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