Barry is writing every day.

Inner Side

Sitting in stillness
Inside undulating
Like waves on the sea

Even a calm day has movement
Mostly of angular form
Troughs deep

A crashing period
Tumbling tops
The color changes
To signify

Constant

Noise in the back
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

Or unending music
Mezzo
Forte
Repeat

Another short poem.

I wrote a decent poem about what's going on.

Did some morning pages today.

We had a family health emergency come up and I'm completely thrown off. Times like this I don't do my daily habits when I really should. At least assuming I have access to the time and tools to do those daily things. I will start back at it tomorrow.

A decent bite of journaling.

Wrote a quick jot of poetry.

Today I wrote a blog post about the feeling of watching other people play video games. It'll be published tomorrow.

I surprised myself and wrote an essay on anti-joy in sports commentating in response to last night's Timberwolves playoff play-in game.

I journaled. It was painful, but I did it. Hopefully I do tomorrow as well.