Right, Write

I miss writing.

I miss sitting in some dark little corner of a coffee shop and analyzing the world around me. I miss being inspired by things, and being critical of things.

So this afternoon I bought myself a little black Moleskin notebook and found one of my old unused sketchbooks. I bought a copy of John Berger's Ways of Seeing, set it on top of my BldgBlog book and sat down with these four things over a white americano.

I quickly found myself getting frustrated that I didn't already have something important to say. What, twenty minutes spent absorbing other people's thoughts isn't enough of an effort to make me a genius??! Gasp!

I must be patient with my brain and give it some time to stretch and warm up. It is very out of practice. So I will go to a different coffee shop tomorrow and try again. And another one the day after, until I have retrained my brain to focus, analyze, and produce vaguely intelligible sentences in response to all the life going on around me.