Closing my eyes to the after images of weed leaf patterns. The sharp edges of being fully in the now. Taken to mid-morning naps on the sofa in the den with the morning light and pets, a greenhouse warmth and glow. Getting up in the dark is increasingly harder as the sunrise keeps pushing forward. Shades of indigo in the east with morning candlelight and bistro lamps on the chicken coop out back. Checking in with myself again every day like this. The carousel of thoughts from work, life, family to creative / my own mortality. Running out of time. The dirt under my nails as I type with my thumbs. All my posts for years have been written on a palm-sized screen with me stabbing digits like some circus monkey. Saying a prayer for someone at the start of my daily walk through the park. Twisting along the trails. The game of losing and finding myself on this twisted ribbon with no obvious end.
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Bill Pearse 
I admire your ability to funnel such artful work through so small a device. I guess whatever we have at hand at the moment should be what we use. The phone is the new napkin, or back of the envelope. Not that it hasn’t happened that way for me, I’m just far more comfortable at a keyboard. Full size one, preferably.
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Hey thanks for this! For years I would write in a notepad and then transcribe but boy that did not scale. And for me sitting down at a computer can sometimes lock up my creativity, so I’m glad I’ve learned how to free flow on my phone. True, it’s the new napkin. Like that!
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The “palm-sized screen” reminded me of an old movie, Ethan Hawke I think? A Gypsy fortune teller on a train does a palm reading — I guess you’re writing the life lines instead of just reading them!
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Hey that’s good! “Writing the life lines instead of just reading them!” Don’t know that Ethan Hawke film but like him.
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First of all, this Saturday Morning Entry is sublime. I felt like I was there with you – napping, thinking, walking, wondering…
And – man, I have never managed to master the thumb-typing on a tiny keyboard thing. I still struggle a bit with the smaller keyboard of my laptop (as compared to the standalone keyboard I used to use with my desktop computer). In my phone, I tend to stab at the ‘keyboard’ with my right-hand index finger only. Even then I hit wrong ‘buttons.’
Also… I am put off a bit by referring to those images on the phone screen as a ‘keyboard’ with ‘buttons.’
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So glad to hear that resonated with you Ed! I had fun sketching that scene out from my yard and glad you could kind of experience it too. Yeah typing on these little things is so weird. I’m happy I’ve learned to do it thought because I can write more as a result.
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That carousel of thought is spinning awfully fast these days. Have you seen the ride operators?
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They always look the same and they’re always smoking.
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