I am holding my red-shifted phone screen in a darkened room because (a) I got my now-annual “has glaucoma come for you?!” checkup this afternoon* and (b) I didn’t get my writing in before my eyes were dilated.

My Sweetie can do All The Things with dilated eyes. Me, I already have a headache from doing these words.

Blessedly, however, one of my writer-buddies, Jeffrey, put this quote in his social media today. It both kickstarted me into posting here (!)

and lowered the effort-bar enough for me to make it happen. So now: an excellent quote, and some ibruprofen…

“Remember the pianist who said that if he did not practice every day *he* would know, if he did not practice for two days, the *critics* would know, after three days, his *audiences* would know.

“A variation of this is true for writers. Not that your style, whatever that is, would melt out of shape in those few days.

“But what would happen is that the world would catch up and try to sicken you. If you did not write every day, the poisons would accumulate and you would begin to die, or act crazy, or both.

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

“For writing allows just the proper recipes of truth, life, reality as you are able to eat, drink, and digest without hyperventilating and flopping like a dead fish in your bed.”

– Ray Bradbury

* Clean eyeball bill of health again. Hurray for seeing!