When I stop writing for awhile it’s difficult for me to begin again. Using this typewriter may have caused a feeling of permanency to what I am writing–or importance, maybe– that keeps me from writing more frequently. Wendy and I are learning so well– as time goes by– to live together well. Our needs for daily companionship are so perfectly suited; our needs for space and the contradictory need for intimacy seem to coincide constantly. The odd moments when we don’t seem to mesh are dismissed by both of us instantly; the many moments when we relate to each other so totally are treasured and valued spontaneously by both of us.
January 23rd, 1979
January 23rd, 1979
January 23rd, 1979
When I stop writing for awhile it’s difficult for me to begin again. Using this typewriter may have caused a feeling of permanency to what I am writing–or importance, maybe– that keeps me from writing more frequently. Wendy and I are learning so well– as time goes by– to live together well. Our needs for daily companionship are so perfectly suited; our needs for space and the contradictory need for intimacy seem to coincide constantly. The odd moments when we don’t seem to mesh are dismissed by both of us instantly; the many moments when we relate to each other so totally are treasured and valued spontaneously by both of us.