I am trying to get my writing out, even if in little drops. I have written snippets in my little notebook. I’ve noticed that the last two times were in the doctor’s office, a time and space where there is quiet, and rather than flip through a magazine, I unzip my pouch, pull out pen and notebook and just go—write and write what will come out. I wrote a few snippets that I had intended to post because it’s nice to share and it’s nice to have a place where I can find things more easily than on my computer in the many folders and many documents that become muddy and forgotten. Just yesterday, I reread a small free write that came to me. It felt like it was only months ago that I wrote it and intended to post it. Had it been that long? It was dated 2009.
This morning, I sit here. I began by looking through the writing prompts on my new Kindle—another topic I’d like to write about: My reaction to being Kindled. I sit here typing to Bossa-Nova playing in the background. It is my morning groove into each day, my cup of coffee close at hand.
The writing prompt book didn’t help this morning. I flipped through the e-pages and decided to set it aside and write, tap out whatever thoughts came to my mind. I knew that the music was calling me, coaxing me to do what I haven’t done consistently in so long, to get those words out, to keep sharpening the edge. I have still been true to my passion for writing and reflecting, but it has mostly stayed in the notebook in my head; now I must start clearing those crevices and revisit some of the thoughts in the notebooks that I kept. There are still many more to toss out—that will be for another day.
Happy day and Happy writing.