Just a real quickie post because I have lots more to say, but will have to step back down to reality for a couple hours to get some dumb reality necessary tasks out of the way before I can return to my preferred world.
Pay bills, write e-mails, write up a frame quote, grocery shop, charge a battery, plan a down-to-earth post on my girlfriend’s visit here the other day, and balance emotions between resentment of time required by my first-ever notice of jury duty versus the excitement it can offer.
But this as well, and cover your eyes if my writer’s honesty is offensive, but part of the writing mood is set by familiars or quirks that we may do or need to produce words. While I have not been dependent upon anything lately since I in truth have viewed reality as the intrusion into a seven-month mood, I will admit here that for certain writings I have set a mood in anticipation. Some mornings, I choose thong underwear.
Anyone else out there willing to share your little secrets?
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