For the past couple of weeks I have not been able to do the writing I like to do. My favorite kind of writing is to be completely immersed in the process. From my perspective, it is what jazz musicians call “the groove.” While it is the greatest of experiences, it is hard to achieve because it requires a completely comfortable and stable environment.

Not only comfortable and stable in the hours of writing, but also in the days and weeks surrounding it. Being in a comfortable, predictable routine, day after day, with part of each day dedicated to completely disconnecting from one world in order to connect to another. It is why I do not have pets. I love animals, but pets are so unbelievably needy… and perfectly random about it.

Over the past couple weeks my world has been wonky. No worries. It happens. Sometimes it is other people, sometimes it is something stupid I did myself, and sometimes it is just the world being the world. Most of the time there is something in the distraction that has a certain value to it, an experience, that turns out to be necessary for the next time I am able to disconnect.

In the end, I am not in control… I am only riding this wave. I know my process, and I vaguely know my role… still learning about that every day. In fact, understanding this role, in a community and a society, is the McGuffin that drives me.

Anyway… moving on.