I’m getting used to writing these entries on airplanes. I’m flying back from Orange County to Seattle; the flight is an hour shorter than Orange County to Houston so I should be happy for small favors. I still feel rootless, living in temporary housing and waiting to move into the Castle, but this will pass, and I will find that groove, the one with the guiding sweet spot. For now, I’m content to float along, not in the disconnected space of two entries ago, but more in the searching desperately for the voice that has left me since I departed Houston.

I’ve been thinking about writing again, a step in a better direction. The desire is there, tempered by my focus on work and settling into my new life. I’ve been writing slowly lately, almost as if I was waiting for my focus to drop. I’ve been talking a lot about focus. With all of my distractions, it’s about the only thing I think about. I crave comfort and familiarity two aspects that have been missing.

I’m writing this entry on my TabletPC with the handwriting recognition. It’s similar to writing in my Moleskine without haring to worry about the transcription. The real advantage for me is the speed of writing. Typing 100 WPM has its disadvantages: if I have little to say, I end up saying it way too quickly I’m left with nothing more to type. Today, I have little to say with much time to say it. But this is how I always get back into it. Slow and steady.