Writing
Writing in TRAIN OF THOUGHT
Boxes in my office hold volumes of stories and other writings I never finished.
Even though I wrote this (train of thought) piece years ago I remember it vividly.
It was early June after a grueling week of teaching. I’d had a couple of martinis downstairs with Bob, but he fell asleep.
I was finishing the last of my martini at my desk trying to begin writing a story that had been on my mind for days.
Help Me, I am searching for the meaning of it all!
I stared at the sentence for a long spell. I poured another drink.
Back at my desk when I read that line OUT LOUD
I answered OUTLOUD….
Open your mind, pour all those words in your mind on a page without lifting your pen.
Write, write write….Do Not Think….Just write.
I wrote in all Caps, no spaces and no punctuation.
I wrote slow and steady without stopping to read what I had written.
I wrote until I reached the bottom of the page and felt that I had said all
I had to say.
When I read what I had written. I was not surprised. At last I was honest with myself.
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