Deep Writer

Hmmm…another reason to power up my iPhone? Mobile blogging! It may replace mobile Kindling as my new favorite pastime when I seek privacy. Of course, there’s the little problem of inspiration.

Mark Twain or Ernest Hemingway surely cleared their desks, found some fresh paper, and took to writing their great novels in a well thought-out process that demanded planning. Will this bit of extemporaneous, wide open, thought faucet spill of words mean anything?

Well, I’m already slopping up the screen with a readable font, so what hey! I might as well keep pouring them out, and see what happens.

The only issue that might make this a short story is my haunches. Writing in the privacy of my throne room makes them sore. But it’s not like I can just walk away; my legs are numb. “A Farewell to Legs?” Ugh! Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.