The work sometimes runs smoothly on the screen. The Excel on one side and the Powerpoint on the other. Check data, copy it to a new worksheet, combine it with other data, represent it in a graphic, copy the graphic into the presentation. Examine its meaning. Write a comment about it. Move on. The time passes and the work is done. It’s tiring, concentrating. I might go to the gym. I might prepare some pottery for a workshop, I might make a coffee or a sandwich. I might check my emails. I might browse my Facebook. I might get punched in the gut, hit between the eyes, overwhelmed with the implications of an article, or a poem, or a video, or an image. My work is interrupted, my concentration blown. It has the right of place. It says what I feel. It takes me up and drops me down. To have that power through communication is awe inspiring.