In the still of the night

The writer writes her hurried lines with so much to say and seemingly so little time with which to say it. Deadlines seem to eat at the very fabric of her soul with edits, re-writes (and not many of them mine), reports, proposals, drafts, letters and articles almost reluctantly falling from her pen. The hours speed past her with such urgency to push the aside the night and the single candle upon her desk shrinks alarmingly as if in both reverence and revulsion to the nimble fingers of dawn that slowly creep into the room past the closed drapes. "My blog can wait" she says to her self as she becomes aware of such a pronounced friction between her pen and the paper. The flood of words which inundated her first sheets now becomes a mere trickle as if in a drought before a merciless sun and the ideas have just shriveled up and wilted. Finally pushing back her chair, she stands allowing her blood to ease life and sensation back into her cramped legs. She snatches the paper and walks around the small room whilst reading aloud her composition as if this would lend some authority to her words. She gesticulates to an unseen audience as if in a stage rehearsal. She tastes the sounds of each word in the flow and listens with the ears of the bitterest of critics. Should the critic frown then the paper is screwed up with frustrated malice and hurled into the waste bin with professional baseball players looking on enviously. Should the critic smile then the writer smiles too and the satisfaction she feels is orgasmic in intensity. The writer likes to smile and I think you and I do too!
Yes Jazz has developed a liking for that photo to cartoon site!

Yes of course once we remove the artistic license we see that the candle is the desk lamp, the paper is the monitor and the pen is the keyboard. Most of what I write is through a keyboard, work and my blog and countless e-mails but sometimes I actually do hold a real pen in my hand and write. I take notes in meetings and during interviews and I sign where ever my signature is required. When did you last hold a pen?
But there are times when I sit at my writing desk with a sheet of paper before me and pen and I write in perhaps what may well be considered the old and traditional way. Some letters need to be very intimate and have that personal touch and that is when we use the craft of handwriting and with electronic media becoming prevalent and we try to save trees (paper), handwriting possibly becomes a dying art.
Actually I might be lost and use liters of "white-out" without my beloved spell-check feature.

Let's try to keep alive some traditions, what do you think?
What 'old thing or way' would you like to see kept as modernization and progress passes by?

The other letter which had sat upon my shelf for a week while I considered everything was delivered on Monday. It was not received well and my section editor spoke to me in her office for a while over its content but I explained that I had considered it for a week before I delivered it.
The chief editor wants to see me on Friday and I feel a little intimidated by that but I must remain firm.

And so with work completed and an intimately crafted letter to Hitomi placed in a slightly scented envelope, I can now give my blog some time...
What ever will I say?
I'll not to make it too deep this time, people seem reluctant to swim. Let's just get our feet wet!

I'll just say let's hold on to some things from the past, just because it is old we don't have to throw it away. The mass consumerism has made us such a disposable society and the mountains of garbage will soon block our views of caring for the way we were.

Note: I do monitor traffic to my site and I have noticed a lot coming in on my post entitled "Ballroom Masque". Going into Google images and typing 'ballroom masque', I see I am second and third and my source for the photoshopped mask is first. How delicious!