I write. I write documentation at work. I write creatively every where else I can. For instance this is me, during my cruise working on a story while waiting to dock.
In the Broadway show “Hamilton: An American Musical”, at the end of Act I there’s a number called Non Stop in which the friends and family of Alexander Hamilton both praise and bemoan the prolific wordsmith.
“How do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive?
Ev’ry second you’re alive? Ev’ry second you’re alive?”
This is me to a smaller degree, but not by much depending on who you ask.
If I have an idea I write or at least try to write a note to myself to revisit an idea later. Trains. Boats. Planes. At a bar. In the middle of a party wherever I am.
However the downside of that is on occasions like today, where I find myself writing so much about the whole fruit, I forget I need to be writing about – you guessed it – the slice.
So for the second day -er- night in a row. I skate in just under the midnight hour.
Today is Day 6 of the March Slice Of Life Story Challenge.
You will find me here close to midnight every night! I like what you said about writing about the slice a little more and the whole fruit a little less. I have the same issue
maybe we late night slicers should form a society — or a support group. under the wire you were but still beat me.
OOOh – I like that – the whole fruit vs the slice.
But you got in. That’s what counts. With leading a busy life time can pass so quickly that we sometimes forget to stop and focus on things we need/want to do.