atmospheric session

Is it too late in the day? Should I have begun as soon as I got home with groceries and showered? Has my mind already gone off into the common?

They want you to teach writing and literature because you are always strong with words and ideas. You just think you don't have them until there's a prompt, a pressure, a deadline, an end of times over the horizon. But it's all nonsense. Talk to yourself a little and you'll find, you can do this anytime!

Every word has the potential to turn the others into gold. Every song can change the tone subtly until you've hit the wall, then look back thinking, this could have been otherwise. I let it simply go on too long. But you'll love it later in the evening, removed from the scene; as if control issues were at stake, that you felt inclined to know the outcome already while the writer advocated risk, chance, compromise. Then the person--the owner of the personality, rather the manager and naysayer--remembers he wants to step back anyway, that he does not enjoy writing. Try to never mix up the two characters, try indeed to kill the person (smother him with rambling sentences), convince him he's inconsequential (deny his very subjectivity), and finally, rip off his head. The neck has been complaining for some time.

It's a process that simply takes longer to get started in the conscionable day.

Are you looking around again? Employing geometry to indicate you'd rather not write now--the appendage angling towards the ground as if to kiss it and snap back up? "The pain of composition was due," says Durrell's Pursewarden, to the fear of madness. "Force it a bit and tell yourself you don't give a damn if you do go mad," you'll find it comes quicker, "you'll break the barrier."