Daily Archive: March 22, 2009

Sitting with my hands on the keyboard, I move them up, bending the wrist then dropping it again. My head is inclined, though I don’t have to look at the keys to type; typing class years ago ingrained the touch of the alphabet into the tips of my fingers. They move just so in the clickety dance to produce letters, words, sentences, whole paragraphs without any seeming gap between thought and intention. Thought, however, escapes easily or rather has never been here to begin with in this instance, once again I sat to write without the preparation of a subject....