Balance
Buried memories surface, writing my new novel.� It’s complicated, exploring the caverns of my emotions and then moving through the rest of my day upright on top of the earth.� I just bought a firm mattress.� Well,�the word firm�is a misnomer.� I sleep on a slate of rock coils covered with skinny smooth fabric, much like hard crushed stone in the desert, dusted in sand.� I can stretch and move all night.� My back no longer hurts.� In my study, my writing chair is filled with plump pillows, thick and soft.� Two worlds.� Two different comforts.� ��
April 24th, 2007 at 4:16 pm
Hi David,
Keep on writing, the sanity of it speaks volumes compared to what’s going on all around us.
April 24th, 2007 at 7:08 pm
Hi Mr. Campbell,
Keep writing in your comfortable space and sleeping in your firm mattress, they are described beautifully. Luke.