December 30, 2019
It is quite clear to me that sitting down with a cup of coffee in the morning (with or without atmospheric music) seems to prime the process for thinking about the words and this space. Maybe the memory of past events in relation to current reality, a wisp of a dream, or thought fragments that occurred to me the day prior. I used to write on the early morning train; in those days the words simply flowed. Now unless I am dictating in my car, or up early enough to escape other signs of life in the house I struggle.