Today brings to mind (and iPod) the Tori Amos song "Wednesday" from her album Scarlet's Walk. For some reason, it makes me think about my writing process. Instead of a couple with communication issues and suspicions, it characterizes my writing projects eluding me - midweek, midsentence, mid-daydream. This Wednesday afternoon in particular has been slow and uncertain and unsatisfying (despite coffee), but I did somehow manage to meet my thousand word minimum. Sometimes, the minimum is all you can do.
I'm just around being foolish
when there is work to be done
just a hang-up call
and the quiet breathing
of our Persian we call Canjun
on a Wednesday
So we go from year to year
with secrets we've been keeping
though you say you're not a temper man
seems as if we're circling for very different reasons
but one day the Eagle has to land.
Out past the fountain, a left by the station
I start the day in the usual way
then think, well, why not and stop for a coffee
and begin to recall things that you say...
One thing I can say is that it may feel like the Eagle keeps circling and circling and nothing is resolved on this molasses-slow day - characters are flat, words are silly and forced, the plot is limp as spaghetti - but it will "land". Maybe not today, but it will.
