Sunday, September 27, 2020

Not writing





 I am out at the front desk of the library and though just four hours ago this spot was pure chaos, it is now unbelievably quiet. I yawn loudly. I spin in my chair back and forth like a little kid. Fifty years on from it and there sure is a lot of little kid left in me.

One patron comes into the library, and I direct them on their way. A minute later they leave with their three books and we are down to zero patrons.

I think:

"It would be nice to write a blog post now."

So I consider what to write for a long time, twirling and yawning and listening to the hum of the building. I can't think of anything to say, and all this nothingness is suddenly too lovely to touch. So I decide I won't write anything right now.

And I take up my pen.

And I do.




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