Scudder

My productivity comes and goes on the tide like the scum that is formed in the choppy surf deposited on the shore. 

I am in the planning stage now: the time when I search for new projects and assemble the supplies I need or the images or the motivation - which may be a recipient or a technique or even a promise.

A wave comes up to my plans and pushes them down, sending the composite scum bubbles ascudder across the wet sand.

I thought of an opening line of a book or story today, and did not make a note. The line washed away, by the incessant tidal shrug,

never to be ink on the pages.

I knew when I did not write it down, that I would forget it, and that it would remain an empty fort, a shard of a vessel that never was. And I let it go, consigning it to what I already knew was its insignificance, regretting even as I did, that I was committing this act of neglect, knowing that it would disappear into the vortex of never realized writing. #substack #journal