Sometimes You Can Touch Heaven With Your Fingertips.

Summary

The author finds joy and a sense of heaven in the act of writing, prioritizing it over household chores and other daily tasks.

Abstract

The author expresses a deep love for writing, equating the pleasure derived from it to touching heaven. This passion is so consuming that mundane tasks like unloading the dishwasher or cleaning toilets become secondary. The author emphasizes the beauty of the written word, quoting Truman Capote on the inner music of language. Despite domestic distractions, including the need to feed the cats and the presence of a spouse, the author remains dedicated to the craft, even using the lap as a makeshift desk. The article concludes with a nod to the publication "A Few Words" on Medium, inviting concise yet meaningful contributions from aspiring writers.

Opinions

Writing is portrayed as a source of immense satisfaction, surpassing the importance of household duties.
The author believes in the musical quality of words and their power to evoke pleasure beyond the subject matter.
The act of writing is likened to a spiritual experience, akin to reaching the pearly gates.
Domestic life, while acknowledged, is depicted as less significant when juxtaposed with the act of writing.
The author values the creative process, suggesting that it can transform an ordinary chair and laptop into a heavenly experience.
There is an emphasis on the importance of making time for writing, as it is a form of self-care and personal expression.
The article encourages other writers to contribute to the Medium publication "A Few Words," highlighting the value of brevity and meaning in writing.

My laptop is about as close to the pearly gates as I will get in this lifetime.

To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it’s about, but the inner music that words make.

Truman Capote

I wrote today. Not the great American novel or anything, but I wrote. I reveled in the words.

My dishwasher remains loaded. The dirty dishes are stacked on the counter near the sink. I don’t care.

The unscrubbed toilets do not call. They will wait for another day. I have it on the best authority: tomorrow is another day.

My cats were fed. I am not a monster. Also, Xander can be loud. He jumped in my lap. I kept typing.

My husband came home for lunch. I lifted my head. He kissed me goodbye and my typing continued.

Sometimes heaven is found in a chair pulled up to a laptop.

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