I have been wandering around my house at odd hours of the day (usually evening, after 2 cups of coffee and a LOT of diet soda later) when I can't sleep and my brain is reeling. Reeling in a good way, not my usual tired and stressed way, and I have to purge my thoughts somehow. I have been wandering around with a paper notebook that I used for one of my classes this semester. I have pens stashed all over the place so that whilst wandering, I can jot down whatever it is I am processing at the moment. I am telling you this because I have had such an ugly block for so long and for some reason, I was able to uncork it and her it all comes. And not a moment too soon either. I make little poems about my opinions, I write poems about my family, drama I am dealing with, work, life, everything. If you are a writer, you know that to lose, or think you have lost, that ability to articulate your thoughts into coherent, and sometimes non-coherent, sentences is like death. It is like being stuck in a box underground, and angry because you put yourself there. To be able to dig yourself out of the self-imposed dungeon and to smell that fresh air is what alcoholics call CLARITY.
Cheers.
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