The way is dark

By Bill Pearse on March 20, 2013 • ( 2 )

We live in the country. Actually, we live in the suburbs but it’s a small patch that hasn’t been developed yet, so it feels like the country.

The first morning of Daylight Savings Time I walked to the end of the road to see what 4:30 felt like. There’s no light out here, so all I had was my understanding of the road, and the sound of my footfalls on the gravel.

Then I heard other feet ahead of me in the darkness, and stopped. The feet stopped, too. Was it the sound of my footfalls echoing off something, up the road?

I started again, and so did the other feet. I stopped, and stared into the dark. Then my imagination started: the coyote, the vagabond squatting in the abandoned house. I turned back.

Four months of steady blogging now, no editorial calendar, no pipeline to speak of. Rummaging through an attic of memories to see what’s worth saving.

Anne Lamott offers advice on writing projects in her book Bird by Bird (see this great post for origin of the title).

For me, it’s a crumb a day: I don’t know where the path is going, but I can see where I’ve been.

Another great post yesterday on this topic.