When I boarded the bus to Mt. Fuji on Day 2 of my stay in Tokyo, I began to wonder about how tiny apartments could be in Japan.
The first evening in Shinjuku, we took the subway to the Tokyo station, from there to Yarakucho, and walked out of the station to Ginza, where we met a friend. Metros are convenient, yes, but they are also a complete puzzle for newcomers, all the stations on the station maps are written in Japanese, and the counters look like complicated video game consoles.We had to ask a few people (who spoke only Japanese, of course) before we managed to figure out (with lots of gestures and bows)how to get our tickets. I did manage to get my hands on a English Tokyo Subway Map, and I stuck to that for dear life for the rest of my stay.
I’m in Tokyo for 3 more days, and while I had a wonderful weekend exploring Japan, writing about it will have to wait till I’m done with my trip.
A river begins its journey in high places, running and dancing on its way down, skimming through rocks, lazing in pools, delighting in its own momentum. As it hits the plains, however, the river pauses to consider, slows down a little, thinks before it moves on
Read this post early in the morning. Tough love, yes, but it works.
And now it is time for daily writing exercises. Also, hopefully, another full day of writing for my self, and for bread and butter.
I am beginning on the edit of one of my pieces, and it is turning out to be a very confusing process. I’ve been reading a bit of Winnie the Pooh today, and what he says here fits my state of mind perfectly:
Some days, you just don’ want to get out of bed. Your tiredness is larger than your willpower. I do have the luxury of sleeping in if I want to, but I know I can’t. There’s a lot of writing to be done, stories to be finished, articles to be sent off, maybe even a touch of blogging.