Rather be Writing

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. 

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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.

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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)

Author: Morrie Markoff

Centenarian (born in 1914) who lives in Los Angeles, and is also a metal sculpture artist and the Author of "Keep Breathing," available on Amazon.com and other book seller sites.