I had intended to write this post anyway. I almost wrote it last night before I went to bed, but it had been a long and kind of not so fun weekend at times, so bed won.
I spent some time yesterday afternoon prepping the Chromebook to be my travelling notebook for writing. The reasons for that choice vs. the MacBook really don't matter. If you're that interested in my rationale for that choice, let me know-we can chat about it.
And then I woke up this morning to news that David Bowie had lost his fight with cancer. Bowie is amazing. His music spans generations and cultures and somehow always remains relevant. He even had his own bank for fuckssakes. So...I got a little sidetracked this morning and this post still didn't get written.
At lunch today, I pulled "The Treachery of Rainbows" off of my jump drive and pulled it in to Google Docs. And I started reading it.
And dude. I'm digging the story. I mean, sure ...I wrote it...but I still enjoyed reading it. The words looked foreign to me. I hadn't touched it since November. And I honestly felt like I was reading someone else's words.
I don't know if I can properly convey how insanely cool that is to me. It got me excited to continue working on the piece again.
Again--a very cool feeling.
With all the other shit going on, getting excited about writing is something that honestly makes my heart sing. As cheesy as that sounds--it really does. I'm bouncing on the walls because I want to go somewhere and keep writing.
So...the post about how I'm fat. And I need to lose weight blah blah is really going to have to wait.
I need to get through the rest of my day so that I can go home after work and write.
It's what writers do.
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