TT: Entry from an unkept diary

• Middle age isn’t all bad, but it’s still full of diminishments, one of which is that my ability to write for long stretches of time isn’t what it used to be. The end product, I trust, is still of passably high quality, but time was when I would routinely write two unrelated pieces in the course of a single day, then go out at night and see a show. Alas, I find it increasingly difficult to change hats: if I write a Wall Street Journal drama column from scratch in the morning, it’s all but impossible for me to knock out a chunk of, say, my Duke Ellington biography in the afternoon. I don’t know whether it’s a matter of flagging energy or lessened will, but one way or another, I seem to have lost some of my endurance.
Thus I rejoice to report what happened when I accompanied Mrs. T to the University of Connecticut Health Center last week for a day’s worth of visits to various and sundry doctors. Her appointments were non-consecutive, meaning that I had to spend some six-odd hours sitting in waiting rooms. Not wanting to fritter away a whole day reading or idly surfing the Web, I decided to write a “Sightings” column for next week’s Wall Street Journal. It came with unexpected ease and I sent it off to the paper. Then inspiration struck, and I started writing a second “Sightings” column, which I finished just as Mrs. T emerged from the day’s last appointment. I sent it in and we went home.
The best part of this story is that my editors at the Journal approved both pieces with nothing more than trivial queries, so they’ll be going into the paper just as I wrote them–back to back in the waiting room.
Forgive my vanity, but there’s life in the old boy yet!