July 6, 2009
Writing for the sake of writing, for the release, the rush, the joy, because it feels good, it tastes good, it smells good, it makes me feel alive and like I have something to contribute. Not writing for any purpose but just to get it out, not pausing to wonder or construct, just fingers flying as of their own volition, creating what they will, not worrying what anyone will think or say in response, especially not the biggest and most insidious critic, myself (of course). Flying pantless, without a seat in sight. Ahhh, the breeze, it feels so good. Bliss.