 it's all about just sit there
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Sometimes I get these inspirations. Like I just realized what my job is. My job is to sit there. If I can't sit there, I can't do it. So I work up to more and more sitting. The longer I sit quietly in my spot, the more work I am doing; the more I am doing my job.
I don't know how else to do it.
But the surgery made this complicated because I could not sit. So for a while last year I was writing from a lying-down position on the floor. I started to like it. There's something ... intimate ... about the lying-down pose.
Plus I was high on drugs for a lot of that time. Man, that was necessary. They cut you up, it hurts. It's a burning kind of pain. I figure that must be what it's like the day after you get stabbed by the mob. You're hiding out in some shack with some mob doctor and you've got only whiskey to dull the pain, and it's this burning pain. It's pretty bad. The pain from having yourself all cut open is pretty bad. So I'm glad I had the meds.
And now, I'm off the meds. And I just sit.
Pretty good so far.
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While I was walking on the beach I realized what I should read. The theme is "journey" so I'm going to read a column from the holiday book we're putting together. the one that says, "Just go."
It's a good live-reading type piece, because it builds. It has that incantatory thing going on. I'll probably read a couple of other short pieces but it's good to know at least one I'm sure I'm going to read.
I hate to wing it but I love to wing it. I'm obsessive about preparing and then I throw out the notes hours or minutes before.
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where is that reading again?
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This is up at Studio 333 in Sausalito, 333 Caledonia Street, a block off of Bridgeway between Litho and Locust, kinda near the Sausalito Library, at 7 p.m. Thursday Nov. 11th, part of the Why There Are Words series.
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