When I’m angry, sad, emotional
I usually write without editing- not because I think i’m smarter than anyone else, or because i’m perfect, but because if i don’t write it down, i’ll bust.
i rarely write when i’m happy. then i call people.
my punctuation stinks the first time around.
I write on napkins
I write on barf bags on planes when I forget paper, and pads in the airport are bloody expensive. I mean, when you ask your neighbor on the plane for his barf bag because you run out of room on yours, they’re not going to deny it to you…
I write when my computer screws me over and reorganizes my files- Ok, this is the second time this has happened, but I planned on using today as a skip day.
I’m a piano player, so I’m used to using my fingers to express myself. I find it interesting how the pressure I put on the keys comes differently when my thoughts are racing than when I’m screaming in pain- the quick tap tap tap, versus the feel of each key against my fingers, conscious of every touch- everything touching my body.
I type on my iPhone, but quickly am frustrated when the joints in my fingers- not blackberry thumb- scream at me to stop doing so, and if it’s really that important, to use the voice recorder application or the dictation one
I write to scream, to let my words reach other ears. Or eyes.
But the real question is, my friends= who gets to read what I write? Now, that’s a question, and a prompt all its own.
And no, I didn’t spell check this post. Or stop the stream of consciousness of it. I;m angry, and I just don’t care. I have to find the rest of my files… ‘cause i would put a picture here… but I have no idea where the one I want to use has gone.
Happy Sunday, and may everyone be safe from the scary weather.