It’s Thursday.
I took my computer in
to the shop on Monday.
I am lost without it.
My routine is disrupted.
I feel disoriented. I don’t know
what to do next, or what to do it with.
Write in longhand? Write what?
Finish the book I was writing?
What book is that? I’ve lost the thread.
Lost my way. I’m lost, in a dark wood.
I could read over what I’ve written to get
back up to speed. Maybe I’ll do that.
When I get my computer back.
It’s not a proper book. It’s just writing.
“Just” writing. I feel a sense of disconnection.
between the process and the work-product.