I have had to be extremely patient with myself, as I hunt and peck at letters, trying to write the things I write.
But it’s not just me that needs to be patient. Nope.
There is this thing called “other people.”
Yeah, I hear the groans. I groan the groans.
In fact, I “groaned a groan,” just this morning.
I was responding to a friend’s email exchange, as we were communicating back and forth in real time.
There I am.
“Peck, peck, peck.”
In mid-peck, my friend emails me, impatient, thinking that I am blowing them off, because I did not respond “quick enough.”
It was probably five minutes, since I last responded, while I was actively composing my words.
And so, yeah, I responded, mid- their- impatience, with the chicken concept, the toy piano, and even this image I’m including now.
