I was interested to read in today's Writer's Almanac that William Faulkner woke up early each day, at a breakfast of broild steak (not fried for some reason), eggs, and lots of coffee and then would take his tobacco and pipe and go to his study. Once there he took the doorknob off so no one could come in and spent the rest of the day writing.

Not a bad existence, though  would die in a month from the breakfast and I think the pipe probably would not do me well either, but seems like a good lifestyle.

It also made me think about what I wrote yesterday and choices in that I started by describing the world outside my front door as I went for my daily coffee and baked item. I am someone who has routines, though they can shift over time, but also someone who likes a certain spontaneity in my life as well. I suppose as I reflect on this the spontaneity is welcomed when it is by my choice and something that I have some reasonable expectation of or control over.

This doesn't seem too inconsistent with what most people who claim to be spontaneous are like. Yes they make quick choices and look for the left turn when most would take the right, but always it is on their terms and there is some sense of control over it.

So anyway, I don't feel so bad about being somewhat like old Faulkner, at least in having a morning routine and ritual, but am glad I can be flexible to a degree.