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A Tori Amos Wednesday (j)

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. 

Nothing here to fear
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. 

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