Tuesday, January 03, 2006
The writer's life is a somewhat bizarre one. As the sky gradually lightens, I find myself sitting in a coffee shop that is surrounded by dense fog and populated by a changing mix of very happy people who are starting their day. The laptop is sucking data from a glorious (and free-with-purchase) spigot of wireless.
Even as I sit here trying to divine an idea for tomorrow's column, I've got a good feeling that that written-in-panic stretch of blue text in the photo above will quickly be replaced by something that will make readers at breakfast tables tomorrow morning pause and think.
I can't help but conclude that life is good.
Update, 7:45 a.m. The column is written. Once I locked onto an idea, it flowed onto the screen pretty quickly. I'm happy with the result, and now set my sights on enjoying a quiet day with the kinderlings and the woman who makes it all happen. I've taken this picture to show you what writing looks like at this hour of the day. Be warned: It isn't pretty.