In recent days something has happened to me and my writing. At least I think so. Well, to say it happened is to take on too much. Such an expression contains a thread of hope in itself. Just as if a long-awaited permanent change did actually occur. I better express it as: ”for a second something shimmered in my segment of attention.”
My next question is: what did shimmer? I feel as if this shimmering grain carries value. But it evades my ability to pin it down with words. But still, I am determined to make an attempt. I won’t satisfy any of your interests in me delivering this attempt pronto. Such an act with words would damage the core substance. But from now on, I will allow myself to be proud of my two sets of eyes. One pair seeing the raw and primitive light from things. The other seeing me seeing things. That is my version of meta-vision.
It took me 1541 days of writing on the average 730 words a day to get here. My doubt about me as a writer has grown continuously . This last 5 days I manage 993 as day average. Now, I think I did pass that membrane protecting me from extensive contact with reality.
Göran Stille
Göran Stille 
I love this Göran, and am very excited to see you publishing again. Thank you for sharing it. The title and subject matter gives me shivers/shimmers. I wonder if nearing a thousand words per day is in fact the trick. When I started daily writing some years ago, this was the amount I started with, and I truly find it takes that amount of words to get the shimmers into perspective. But I don’t know if it’s coincidence (i.e. because that’s the number I first set out to write) or what. Hugs from your FIW. xo n
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