Writing Life

[monk222]

I have been dealing with a strong hankering to take my memo pads and start spilling my stream of conscious into them. It would be a throwback to the 90s. I would write as though I were getting paid a dollar for every word I put down without regard to quality or even coherency, as though no thought or observation should slip past my pen unwritten. One idea is that it might keep me more engaged with my day, might help keep me sane, creating a stronger illusion of having a friend at my side, since writing is always a performance, with its suggestion that there is an audience, a reader, even if there is not actually one, as one tries to be witty and smart and caring. I doubt anything will come of this hankering. We will see if it at least prompts me to blog more.