Of Temporal Blurriness and Meteorological Disorientation

It’s 50ºF this morning, the second day of K’s summer break and I’ve already lost track of the days, one day bleeding into the other, into the other…

Combined with efforts to enhance and tighten discipline and schedule during anointed writing times, I’m telling myself that this sensation of blur might be my approximation of the truest form of Annie Dillard’s exhortation of the import of schedule in THE WRITING LIFE:

“A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time… Each day is the same, so you remember the series afterward as a blurred and powerful pattern.”

(Though more likely than not it’s just me being the truest form of the forgetful heathen I tend to be…)

It feels like March and it’s been 03 June twice in my illegible scrawl this morning: Blurred? Indeed. Powerful? Working on it.

P.S. LEGENDS OF TOMORROW is the most fun show on television.