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Well, That's Concerning


I can always tell when the writing is going well because I am late for things. I’ll remind myself that I must go (to the drugstore) or meet (Lesley) or do (the vacuuming) in half an hour, or face the consequences of them being closed, or mad, or dirty.


When I look up, twenty-five minutes are gone. But I do not stop. I think, in the remaining 5 minutes I can get another sentence done.


Of course the next time I look up, forty minutes have passed, and with them my chances for better health, warmer friendship, and a dust-free apartment.


Art is sacrifice.


Finished the new chapter today. Sent it to Melanie. No puppies died.


I wish I could construct that ticking-clock mindset at will, invent commitments which I could blow off one by one in order to maintain writing steam. Sadly, my mind doesn’t work that way. If I know the emergency is fake, I won’t care.


Did you catch the video of water pouring through the walls of the Lincoln Tunnel? The pic up there is an actual shot from a few days ago. Buddy is trapped in a traffic jam, saying, “Well, that’s concerning.”


I bet he gets some good writing in before the tunnel collapses.

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Richard Scrimger | scrimgerr@gmail.com | Toronto, ON, Canada