for reverb 10 day 2
which was yesterday
"what gets in the way of your writing and can you eliminate it"
i get in the way. it's me. i'm in the way.
no. i'm not going anywhere.
i'm 46 and growing up that many years ago, there wasn't the term "attention deficit disorder"
if there had been, i would have worn that label.
i have a hard time focusing. it's that simple. and i often hear
"people like you...you know...the artsy type, all have trouble focusing. it's a trait"
really. is it.
i often feel that my brain is like an 8 lane highway and my thoughts are the cars weaving in and out of traffic, occasionally flipping each other off. silently i scream things like brake, take the next exit, pull over to the side, slow down, there's a rest stop. doesn't somebody have to pee.
when that doesn't work i pray that they all run out of gas. at the same time.
believe me. i love to write. but it takes work. and on those days when finally my favorite car veers of that busy highway and takes a road less traveled. a quaint country road where noisy mice play in the crooked barns that work so hard to stand proud in the golden rolling fields where they were born. my words flow.
they flow like a river
writing happens. notebooks are filled. notecards scatter.
i feel alive