My thoughts are fleeting
Escaping from my head
As fast as they come in.
It is not quite haiku, but close. I find that my memory isn't as robust as it used to be, especially in the short-term capacity. The hard part is that I remember that I have forgotten certain things, as things like names and the time of my daughter's next soccer game and its location slip away. I knew I knew it moments ago.
Pen and paper are
My saving grace
Telling where to go
And what to do.
The New York Times had a series on Writers on Writing back in the 1990's. One of the writers (I can't remember who, but I could google it, I suppose) said to write down good ideas the moment they come to mind, as they are ephemeral and will float away. I finally understand his point.
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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