As a writer…
Posted by ned on November 20th, 2008 filed in On the computer...As a writer, you need to be able to lie in bed at night and understand the darkness of the ceiling.
Or that’s how it seemed to me last night.
I looked up at the ceiling and understood the shadows hanging above me. I understood the light peeling through the crack in the bedroom door and how that light played against the dark. I could relate to the silent closet doors. The curtains over the window, just a certain shade of gray, I could connect to. I thought like the stillness and could translate what it had to say. I was available, naturally.
Then I thought, my own thought, which was, “What’s the point of all this darkness? Why not a joke?”
And I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t even laugh. I just continued to stare at the darkness, knowingly.
And I want to.
November 20th, 2008 at 4:35 pm
I don’t usually see the darkness, my mind is always thinking, racing and often trying to decide what to write next.
November 23rd, 2008 at 2:08 pm
The narrator needs and wants to be available to subtle energy. This piece strikes me as a discussion of meditation and noticing but not giving into the little sparks of distracting energy that come in. I like that there is just the hint of desire and humor here.