the writing life is a tough one at times. a love for the written word, however, makes it all worthwhile. I love to write. when I’m not writing, I feel as though I’m doing something wrong, like a very naughty girl getting herself into trouble. it is somewhat difficult to explain, but i will try.

i become restless, and all I can think about is the pen touching paper. the ideas begin to suffocate me for not regurgetating them onto the paper. there simply is no room for not writing daily. each day missed is an opportunity missed. i must write, or wither away to nothing. and if one day i cannot write, in a moment far in the distant future, i will create words through thought, and send them out into the cosmos to seek a place to land.

tasting words

words are delicious. they taste like everything sweet, sour, bitter, bland, salty, tangy and spicy. the liven up the most boring day with all sorts of flavors and colors. words bring zest to an otherwise boring life filled with the mundane. words pepper a life without purpose and direction. they sweeten moments that would otherwise go unnoticed. words are to be eaten whole, digested into the soul to forever becoming one with our eternal energy force.

writing the future

writing about a future time isn’t easy. it takes a great amount of effort and patience. one author whom i admire for her ability to clearly create a believable future world is Octavia Butler. she was truly one of the greatest writers of our time. through her work, she was able to dissect the many ills of our society and culture. i can only hope to someday write as profoundly as she.

what matters most

there comes a time when we all have to consider what matters most. each day i live, i realize that something isn’t right. there are things going on that defy reason. so many people are living a lie, yet they can’t see it. they think they are free, when they are enslaved to the notions that have been handed to them.

i feel as though there is something i’ve forgotten, but i don’t know what it is or how to find it. when i look into the faces of some, i can see a sense of loss. but what is lost escapes their memory or perception.

something is coming. i don’t know what, but it is coming. now is the time for me to consider what matters most. what is important? i look around and know that very little matters beyond life. only life is important. all else is an illusion meant to distract us from the this fact.