I'm thinking about displacements a lot more now that I'm officially in writing mode, struggling to write productively with everything else that's going on.
It's amazing how quickly the day can go awry with an insignificant phone call or the realization that there is no milk in the house.
Conversely, it's amazing how well it can go when I get off on the right foot.
I was feeling impinged upon by the internal and external clutter -- not just things, but the fragments of thoughts better left for another day -- a little while ago. So I decided to stretch -- I won't use a pretentious word like "yoga," since I can't stretch that well -- and now I feel totally refreshed and ready to make some headway, as soon as the computer is done backing up my files.
Of course, listening to Purcell doesn't hurt. I put on Keiji Haino's guitar noise extravaganza -- over sixty minutes, but only one track -- first, because I'd seen it filing Kim's CDs, and realized, rapidly, that it wasn't going to be a means of clearing the clutter.
