What’s On Your Mind?

 

            I’m thinking about what I would consider to be many purposes, many mouths to feed, and how writing demands the most before yielding the least, and as a result it has been pushed to the back, rarely fed and never full. Other things I’ve written reiterate the same ideas. There’s a job now, and that pays for studies, which will help get a better job, one I can live off of, and…other things. But writing, I love it, but I don’t get to have the time to come back to it.          Every time I have to court it, like a stranger who doesn’t know me, and only after prep, and time, and atmosphere, and God only knows what kind of touch, can I ask her to dance. And even then, there’s no guarantee it will be magical, or powerful.

            I can’t spend all my writing time studying and exercising, some of it needs to be actual writing. But I have so much to learn, not in my mind, but etched onto my bones, under my skin. But in the meantime, I learn, and practice, and experiment, and try to clear the clutter and make a clean place where I can think and write without something under foot, crowding, or intruding.