I am somewhere else today

“When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.”

 Charles Bukowski 1920-1994

I wasted a good deal of time yesterday on the reprehensible pleasure of just being lazy. And, it doesn’t seem like today was any different. My mind is empty akin to unoccupied train carriages yawning to be filled. At this moment, I am somewhere in-between stations silently waiting to board for a destination of clarity.