It seems W. H. Auden faithfully worked some 5 hours daily on his writing. I believe I have that right. The great wrinkled one would have tea and toast. smoke a few thousand cigarettes, swallow some benezedrine and motor along the road to writing glory. My competition is with that five hour mountain of effort. I used to as a matter of course work five hours and more at technical writing. Now I record who won on a given day. I lose a lot.
My normal work effort of the scribbling kind is now more like two hours. I include, journal writing and blogging. I skip comments added to Facebook and tapping the Like key.
On my bucket list unaddressed? To finish a novel, have started several. To write a screenplay. I have had a life-long love for the movies. One of my earliest favourite books about cinema was Truffaut on Hitchcock. I found it fascinating then. I am toying with the idea of ordering a copy of this classic.
In December I sent out a new chapbook of poems with a sprinkling of pencil sketches I began making this past autumn. Some kind and encouraging feedback came back.
Today Auden won 5-3. I will see how it turns out tomorrow.
My pencil sketch of Charles Dickens. Drawn during hemodialysis treatment (four hours, 1.5 hours approx. for the sketch). I download a photo of the figure, head and shoulders view, to my iPad. I sit in the treatment chair and position my sketchbook next to the tablet and pencil in my version.