Throwing it off like a Whitman.

I just had to run for my train. When you get up at half five to purposely go running in the rain and dark it really jars to have to pick up the pace an hour later to catch your train to work. That being said it does make me feel like I’m in Darjeeling Limited so I can’t really complain.

As I commented yesterday I’ve been getting rid of a lot of stuff over the weekend and this morning was my first real chance to revel in it. I didn’t have to rifle through thirty t-shirts to find one I could stand wearing, I didn’t have to throw everything from my desk to the floor just to find my house key and I feel like I’m walking taller. The last one is partly psychosomatic and partly because I finished the bumper hardback edition of 1Q84 part 1 & 2 and now have part three alone in paperback. When I am done with those they’ll be passed on for someone else to enjoy, that’s what I would hope happened to my novel. I like the idea of printing a hundred copies of it and just seeing how many people it can reach just from there, like a book tree. I’m getting distracted.

So far I’m reaping the benefits but I can’t help looking at everything and wondering what it’s purpose is.