September 18, 2014 - 3/12 weeks post surgery - I can write and I can barely write.
October 11th - haven't tried writing, other than the occasional morning note to Mark, in nearly a month. I thought I would yet again (because I have attempted--and failed) do my version of Cameron's "Morning Pages," though I like to call them "Mourning Pages," and because I'm bipolar as hell, I can't even make the promise that I will "hit it" every morning, or even every day, and who knows to what length, since even this light pencil is flighty and loose in my hand, the writing slow--and so at this rate, and with this mess, can I even hope to capture a thought in this painstaking process?
Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. There is no "wrong way" to do Morning Pages; they are not high art. They are not even "writing." They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind--and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on a page ... and do three pages tomorrow ...
--or "Mourning Pages" as I have always called them, and this particular morning, I could physically only manage one thick paragraph.
I'm also intrigued by this new way of journal-keeping called "Bullet Journaling" ... so i'm thinking it will be a betwixt and between the two ... "mourning pages" that are probably more bullet in fashion since I can't write too awfully long, and then I'll tear some paper up for the in-between spots and holes in my ongoing story.