The best thing in the world is the weekend, when I can ride my bicycle and imagine. Now it's required. Write the paper, read it and write in corrections, do final editing on the fly with the new typewriter. Ordering the right words clearly. It's too easy, this bright screen and sensitive keyboard.
Fast fingers follow mind and words glow.
Too many of them, but there's no going back to manual labor. Paring away the excess words, making the story quick like a continental divide storm. Fast flash, downpour, over and past. The long silence breaks and the practice turns writing into a steady craft. It's like building.