The very hot weather continues. I have gone outside to exercise each morning this week and the experience persuaded me every time to do my writing inside. I’ll say it again – thank you, air conditioners of the world.
So I took myself to the grocery store, where I’ve worked many times before.
I always seem to find the atmosphere stimulating to thought and today was no different. I think it has to do with the constant coming and going – people moving around – music – all the loose bits of chatter and talk that float through the air.
I also reminded myself that my goal is to write write write and not to stop and evaluate what I’ve done. That will come later. I felt things flowed better today because I had that little chat with myself. It’s easy to get bogged down but it can be avoided.
Here are today’s results:
And here is my favorite poem from today:
Tanned arm out the driver’s side window
a white T-shirt sleeve just visible
against the shadows of the truck’s cab.
Worn out old thing, the truck, I mean,
and maybe the arm, too
but that truck and driver are making good time
down this blistering hot highway here
going south in the summer
So I can’t judge a thing about any of it
Just tell you what I see.