Wait, Wait, Wait . . .

Patience. I must not have possessed much before, but something about sitting at a desk all night or for long stretches of the day has transformed me into a very tranquil person.

Case in point: a year ago I tried playing a game on Wii Sports where you sit very still on the Fit board and stare at a lit candle until a loud Japanese dude yells, "CUT!" I could only ever get past thirty seconds until now, a year later, when I tried it again. I sat and stared at the candle, and sat and stared, and could hear the guy walk in the room then leave–several times—but he never yelled and the game never ended. I think three minutes or so passed by, and the thing finally stopped. I won. Whoa.

All of that probably sounded really strange unless you've seen the actual game.

But the first thing that went through my head after it ended was, "It's the writing." There's something about committing to a draft that has changed my whole being. My focus is the curation of this work and to hell with kids yelling at my side, or the cat scratching at my jeans, or if it's daylight or sundown or what time is it? Writing is so very Zen.

Question: has writing changed the way you focus on things in your life?

Here's a song that has nothing to do with writing, except I like it and have an addiction to embedding things in my posts. Also, I'm addicted to records. But that's it. Oh, and books.