“So you sit down at, say, nine every morning, or ten every night. You put a piece of paper in the typewriter, or you turn on your computer and bring up the right file, and then you stare at it for an hour or so.” Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird
She saved up her money and then pounced on a great sale. An Acer Netbook. A tiny computer that lets you write and go online. The pared-down essentials.
And write she does. At 10 at night I go into her room and find her curled up with blankets and the Netbook in her lap and tell her to go to sleep. At 8:30 in the morning I go to call her for breakfast with a kiss and she’s writing at her desk. At 3 pm she pulls up a stool to the kitchen counter and types away for a while.
I envy her. The gadget. The time. The sense of beginning.