Every so often I need to write just because my head is so
full of thoughts that I need to expel them or take the risk of going nuts. My brain begins to twitch, and my
fingers begin to stretch looking for a keyboard to express myself on. I often don’t understand what it is I
have to say until it’s been said.
Then I can look at it and relate it to something that has either been
bothering or inspiring me. But
sometimes it is neither. Sometimes
it’s just to satisfy my need to not be tormented. Kind of like why an addict needs a fix. It is also a means of circumventing
complacency. For me, writing can
often be comparable to stretching my body before a hike so that I don’t pull a
hamstring. I suppose the
expression of my thoughts is the mental equivalent of that body stretch.
Keeps my head from exploding.
When I know that I do have
something specific to say I’ll say it the best I can, but it seems my fingers
are never really able to keep up with my thoughts. I’m always a few sentences behind what I’m thinking as I’m
racing on the keyboard to not let my thoughts get too far out ahead of my
fingers. When they do I begin to
not make any sense. But many of
you already think that of anything I might have to say anyway, so no real
worries there.
I’ll just continue to plow the fallow ground in my head, and
you can continue to feel like it doesn’t make any sense.
Works for all of us,
Don’t ya think?
