Sometimes, my writing does disruptive things to my daily schedule and I end up staying up until 4 or 5am, for days on end. That’s been happening a lot in the last few weeks. It can make life kind of messy, but I just try to go with it and be grateful for a job that allows me to live in all parts of the day. I always think of this gorgeous poem, ganked from the blog of my friend and fellow writer, Sarah Miller:
Some nights stay up till dawn,
as the moon sometimes does for the sun.
Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way
of a well, then lifted out into the light.
Speaking of delightful things: this evening, as I walked the footbridge over the Charles River, a man wearing swimming trunks and a Spanish flag as a cape climbed up onto the edge, yelled “For España!,” and jumped into the river. :0) Congratulations to Spain, and I hope people aren’t too sad in the Netherlands. It was impossible for me to decide which team to support, because I love people in both places.