The truth is that my head is filled with all sorts of stuff - I'm inspired, I think, I create, and then I've been mostly going to bed just holding all this stuff inside. Little did I know that if I kept doing this year after year, the container of all my stories would stretch at the seams and threaten to burst. I've been feeling a lot looser, more motivated to do yoga, and I can concentrate better both at home and in the practice room. And it's just because I've been able to empty a little bit of my mind out onto the computer screen.
Every time I see my friend Beth I remember how wonderful and soul-enriching it is to write. I then leave her and forget about it... somehow Beth's energy has extended all the way to Chicago and I'm starting to remember how wonderful the whole experience is. I learn a lot about myself and the characters I write about. I don't have to write poetry, and I don't have to write music to feel validated. I just have to write the formula that comes out of my fingertips.
The feeling of inspiration is felt at moments few and far between in my life... now that I've found a moment, I'm going to hang on for as long as my grip will let me.
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