Friday, January 21, 2011
21st January ~ 100 word diary
Today I’m aware of wanting to get things over with. Writing my list of seen things as if it was a chore rather than something I chose to do, something to keep my eyes and senses open. Instead, a longing to clear a space, sweep my way through the day like a floor full of mess so I can have somewhere to sit. Except it’s the book I want to clear a space to. My notebook for the Fiction Project. Now that it’s begun, properly begun, I don’t want to put it down. A longing as physical as needing sleep.