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I figured out that I spend approximately one month a year riding the train back and forth to Boston.
One month.
30 days.
720 hours.
43,200 minutes.
2,592,000 seconds.
I write, read, sleep, text message, eat, drink
and look out the slightly opaque windows and think.
I’ve been doing this for over 4 years and if it weren’t for my writing stuff and my
Ipod Nano (thank you M), I think I would have thrown in the towel years ago.
I will say that it endlessly fascinates me when I look back and read some of the things
I’ve written on the train; the original thought process with my cross outs and all.
It’s the true ‘me’ that not too many people see.
Pamela and the girls have seen much of it and one other special friend
but my journals tend to get sequestered soon after they’re filled.
The journal I’m currently writing in has
‘Beginnings, mishaps & didgeridoos’, ‘Akubra’, ‘Communion’ and ‘Serenissima’.
The corrections and edits are actually quite funny in a way; silly things,
inconsequential explosions of neurons misfiring and my internal editor trying to patch it up.
It’s a literary ER of sorts going on in my mind 24/7.
Though I’m very proud of much of my work, there’s so very much more to do.
Tough pill to swallow when I look at the stacks of yellow legal pads & journals filled with my thoughts, blues and dreams.
I currently have 7-8 stories waiting to see the light of day.
It makes me sad because I just don’t have the time to devote to editing them and finishing them in the fashion they deserve.
When they’re ready, the will let me know.
I honestly think that what I’m trying to do here is keep myself sane as I think about those 2,592,000 seconds.
You know what my commute needs?
A 20 minute neck massage times 2; into the city and out.
Maybe a rub or three on the soles of the feet on the way home.
Hey, a writer can dream, can’t he?
Only 4 years? Ain’t long.
We do what we must, yes?
Unless something changes, I suggest you not think about the 2,592,000 seconds, but I know it’s not that simplistic…then again, maybe it is…write some more…
And BTW, if you’d asked for a massage on the train I would have been happy to do it…why wait till we’re 10,000 miles away again???
*sheesh*
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If you had not been riding the train, then you would not have been writing.
If you had not been writing, then you would have never would have started to blog.
(Remember when I asked you, “What’s a blog”).
If you had not been blogging ,then you would not have befriended the most wonderful people from distant places.
I don’t think that you would want to ever change that.
Everything happens because it’s supposed to.
m~ You have a very wise wife. Love her comment!
Only 2,592,000? Get writing!
I commend you on your dedication to keeping up with the journaling. I haven’t got half that persistence. Neck and foot massages are the best, aren’t they?
Kat
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My daily train commute has shrunk from 2 hours to 40 minutes. I agree with Pamela in the sense that so many things would not have happened had I not been taking that train ride for the past almost 4 years.
Having said that, I do appreciate now being able to write where I wish, and not stuck with grumpy commuters.
Having said that, now I need to be more disciplined that my ‘free’ time is really put to good use.
Having said that, I think I’ve babbled enough
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You use your time wisely ~m. I admire you for that.
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