when writing stings

 In getting ready for the Colorado conference, I haven't taken much time to write.  Tonight I knew I needed some of that time.

I finished one of my jobs tonight at 9:30, and this particular job lies right next to Colorado Blvd, a street great for walking, browsing, and shopping.  I took my music journal to work, and afterwards grabbed a Mocha Java Frap at Starbucks.  Normally I wouldn't go to starbucks, but the place I like was closed, and of course, a starbucks wasn't 2 shops down, so I didn't have much choice.  =P

Anywho, I grabbed my over-priced frap and settled outside in a chair, and started writing.  At first, just random nothings and broken thoughts poured out, but sometimes it's through the nothingness that something emerges.   If you're a writer, you're always told to just keep writing.  This is why.

What came out hit me like a ton of bricks, even though 100lbs of bricks would probably still do the trick.  The first few words that went on paper drew out of me a flood of emotions, enough where I had to get up and leave  to try to get myself together.  I was walking to my car and the thought pattern continued pouring out, and I stopped numerous times to write it down, wiping back tears as I walked.    It's funny because when I sat down to write, this was the last thing I expected.

I guess it's been a while since writing did that to me.