Lend me 1 minute, and I can expand it into infinity. How many communing, intersecting thoughts can be laid on the page with any sort of sense or meaning in that 1 passing minute? And then multiply that times 60 to equal an hour of letters, words, symbols = language porn. I don’t want to waste 1 minute. March is the month of obsession with every passing minute, mourning each one I spend in slumber or banal activities – though even in slumber, thoughts don’t sleep…
*Orin and I both work full-time (and then some), though I think he has me beat with obligations (maybe!) Today will be a challenge as I have to teach 2 classes, grade 3 class sections of papers coming in this week, and then watch out for a possible evaluation by one of my deans! Okay, I’ll stop complaining and post how many words we both get written by the end of the day (whenever that is)!
The Hungry Artist 
Mar 01, 2011 @ 22:04:00
At 10:01 pm, I clock in with 1601 words – 1 more than my goal of 1600 a day!
Orin clocks in with 2064 words.
*I typed fiction and nonfiction, and did some free-hand writing as well. Yippee!