I wrote a great blog today. In fact, it was the first one in a while I was really happy with.
Then the electricity went out.
POP.
And now I cannot bring it back. It is still in my head. I can see it. I smell it.
It's right there along with everything else.
But nothing comes out.
Nothing.
Something died there.
Just like that.
Gunshot.
POP!
People often pass me in the library or in the park and see me writing. The pen to the paper. No PDA touchpad microwave oven scribble scrabble.
Their look is somewhere between disgust and curiosity.
But more and more I'm beginning to be glad for the process. When I put it down, it's down. Down for good. If the electricity fades, so much the better.
I swim in the ink and go within my head, smelling everything, tasting everything.
It is then that the well fills up.
See you there.
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It takes a lot of patience to handwrite pieces. It's a different way of thinking all together and I'm jealous of your ability to do so. I'm so used to the computer that I can no longer write anything paper without it becoming a diary entry. No story telling for me.
Well, unless I'm passing someone a note :-p
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