Danny came into my room while I was writing, just after lunch.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Asking no questions was a mistake.
I went with him, strapped in the front seat while he made several stops.
I was sitting in the car bored and anxious to get home to do some writing.
* * *
It is said that a writer is productive if they write one page of script a day.
Today I wrote five pages.
Writing comes easy for me.
Thoughts, words just seem to flow.
I started writing late in life.
Every day I write. I don’t write to earn money, but to visibly express what is on my mind.
When people would ask me what I did, I told them I was a machinist.
I was a “fix it” guy.
* * *
Danny, my caretaker, often motions with his hands for me to write.
I will. If I have something to write about.
There is much to write about and I will continue writing as long as I can.
And I hope you, my reader, will read what I wrote.
(March 25, 2021)