Writing Life

I haven't been in a very blurty mood lately. We know by now that it comes and goes, and right now it is kind of gone, and there is the thought that with old age, it might just go for good one of these times. I go almost the whole day without logging into my scribble blog. And I was thinking, "So what? I don't have anything in mind that has a chance of making it into the Three Journal anyway, much less the Little Gold Books." However, I also have not been feeling very good, feeling a little lower than usual, which is pretty low indeed. I also recall Simone's words about how a day of not writing left a taste of ashes in her mouth. I do know that it can help to gin up the brain cells, to just start saying something on the page, and you start drawing more connections, more words, flowing into more sentences. You start out writing about what a cloudy afternoon it is, and the next thing you know, you are talking about Sylvia Plath and the rain, or the time that a tsunami had your school in lockdown when you were in Japan. It can help you feel better - you can think, remember, write. You are alive. Yeah, I am not ready to give up yet.