Like November in November

[Michael Brown]

Having my little shared office to myself for the afternoon, I sat at my desk with a lidded thermal cup half-filled with tepid coffee from before my morning class to one side of my laptop and a tax balance sheet to the other; on the screen 372 words directed toward a heartwarming chapter of my NaNo opus, and they, refusing to cohere in a meaningful manner, thrust their collective tongue at me, so that I’d swear they were whispering we dare you to feel good about yourself. I found myself moving my lips in silent prayer, though I’d be the first to acknowledge that kind of activity is strictly outside my realm of occurrence, and I could feel eyes on me, which embarrassed a bit, but not overly so. As I thought it, I saw the word lord appear in my mind, and as I was writing on my brain slate, quickly emended it to read Lord, in case He was the One watching. Lord, I prayed, help me find time to finish all the tasks set before me, but especially those I’ve set for myself, please. In the cooing that followed, I thought He was laughing at the temerity with which I asked for attention to such insignificant (to the Big Picture, at least) details, and thought, yeah, that’s about what I deserve. When the pigeon on the windowsill pecked at the glass pane causing me to turn and catch sight of it before it flew off, Ockham’s Razor crossed my mind, closing those Lordly eyes, and appropriately returning my attention to the balance sheet thereby leaving word 373 to come along later, at home, over a fresh cup of coffee.

 

 

 

[Kristine_ES]

no coincidence the pigeon was at your pane. he brings perseverance.

[Brittany]

Such a great voice you have Michael. It is tender and wise. Good Luck to you in November!

[Angela]

Your mental wanderings are so warm and personal, relaxed and inviting.  I enjoyed my short visit to your mind, and would like to have stayed a bit longer.

[Edward Dean]

I am just enamored with your meandering thought process Michael. Your words are a magical mystery tour.

Are you sure you're not sleeping with Yoko Ono???:)

[Jeanette Cheezum]

Good luck!

[Bill Floyd]

You do worthwhile introspection about as well as any writer I know.  Pigeons might be lords of the panes.

[bolton carley]

michael - it's these pieces when you write with so much voice about your own personal thoughts and sometimes struggles, that i love most.  i can picture it all and you won't be the first or last to think those thoughts and know them to be insignificant but quite significant to you!  best of luck for the remainder of the month!

[Teresa]

Yes, I heard your voice while reading this and laughed at the sense of BIG GUY/GAL looking over your shoulder.  There's nothing wrong with writing key words and phrases while you're at work, which is probably when they come to you most often.  I've even started using the voice recorder on my phone so I don't try to write while driving.  And the simplest answer is always BALANCE.  I don't think we're very balanced if words are throbbing at our temples.  We have to release them somehow.  I love these snippets of your life. 

[Sandra Davies]

OK MDJB - I'm putting my NaNo progress on my blog - AND yesterday's, I now see was six sentences, but even so I can see that, lacking intervention of gods or pigeons, my words and thought-processes are a world away from yours.   Fascinating.   I love your voice and that I can hear it in my head.

[Gita]

 NANO PRESSURE !