Sometimes, I just let it flow. I write from a reservoir of information that pours from my fingers. It explodes from someplace outside of me and my lil’ hands can’t keep up.
I wonder if all great writing comes from this place. I wonder if writers feel this and are moved. Like touching god. Then they lose it and call it writers block. I wonder because, for me, the greatest joy of writing is watching the words unfold, not knowing what will come next.
The year 2011 was an interesting year. Strange movement and seeming stagnation, and a web app that is rocking my business.
I wonder if time will stop. If the calendar ends this year and all the world is eaten by a black hole. Or maybe our way of thinking is weighed in a new direction. Personally, I think it’s the latter.
I once had a man try to push me into a spillway. Our eyes met as something took his balance and he fell into the water. If you saw it from my point-of-perspective you would feel like I did. As if some kung fu part of me pushed him in, in self-defense. But my physical form made no move.
Eight years past before that moment caught up with me I and I understood what happened. These sort of hat-tricks are a part of my every day life now. I did once laugh at chopping wood. Now, its just part of the day; being alive, smiling, focusing on joy –happiness.
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