Dogs and Witches Set for Sleep

2024.11.23

Good evening, that wonderful place to keep going.

Thought I'd check in for a nightcap.

Checked.

How'd it go?

So far so good?

Chilln' in the hood?

Got your nerd on?

Same here.

Days spent in dreams doing dreams.
Spent with words doing words.

Like a stage, the lights go dark at night to set the scene called tomorrow. Props set. Dreams had. Eyes open. Places everyone. On with the show. Go.

Good show today.
Lots to say said.

A different energy to the night.

Abe's here, of course. Walks the property, checks all the doors makes sure they're locked and closed tight. Comes back, nudges my hands off the keys for a pat, then up on the loveseat to go to sleep.

Occasionally he spins three times around and falls asleep on the floor.

Dog's make circles like witches to keep what's bad out before they commit to one place.

We write the day. Even at night, we write the day.

Back to the keys for this session. They're circles, too. Gotta protect the letters. At least dogs and witches will agree on that.

Witches especially. Can't have a spell without letters. Gotta protect the goods ladies.

Slow going. Maybe it's because the rhythm of night typing is unestablished. Been awhile since I wrote a journal entry at night.

Perhaps a new habit. I'll require my own server if I start posting twice a day.

The idea is to write and have the words find you as you go. The idea is content. You gotta have letters to make a spell, words to make something read. There's nothing to edit if there's nothing to edit.

The Freewrite philosophy. A good one. It's not flow. It's writing. A runner doesn't stop to measure each step. You don't consider each footfall while you walk. You don't craft the sentence before you write it. You walk, you know where you're going, you enjoy the trip, maybe trip, you get there, you walked.

You have a thought so you know the feeling of the words of it, you start writing.

A toddler and someone recovering from a broken leg considers every step from here to the wall. That's not walking, that's learning to walk. You know how to make a sentence. Go! Slow or fast. You got this. And you know you do because you've had this. So you got this. Trust yourself you know how to write.

See the feeling of the thought and get clunking on the keys, or swoops of the pen, and go.

Maybe a pep talk for my nightly self. Maybe a help for you. Hopefully both.

Grammar is for paragraphs. Don't worry about it until all the sentences are there. In fact don't worry about it at all: Use it.

All those authors that despised the semi-colon weren't manly enough to handle it. Bring it on Ernest. Bring. It. On.

A semi-colon, in the literary world, is an inside joke. These two sentences are actually one and we (you the reader and the author) know it.

;D A not so creepy literary wink.

They may look out of place, but only to an outsider. You and I know what's up. These clauses serve the same cause.

Abe spun around three times to lay down; the broom-back witches circled the moon.

All set for sleep.

Take care, don't get too dizzy tribal dancing around your bed dropping a trail of salt to make it safe, and have your better night.