The Writing Life?

Can’t write every minute. Dozens of clocks are constantly running. Among them, responsibility occasionally bothers. Lately have needed to build the scaffolding depicted here, to support work platforms enabling the replacement of a 99-year-old piece of facia on the house next door to ours. Terrifying. Only word for it. A situation up there at the 22’ level of the top platform requiring self control and focus on the work at hand, or get the shakes. Not that much different from work on a story.