From a page

I wrote the following a few minutes ago... on paper. Funny enough, I find myself wanting to share it with you on here... which involves typing on a keyboard. I'm moving with the times, but holding on to the romance of old.

Stream of consciousness... It's always been my favourite part of writing, from the time I learned to put pen to paper. I still remember feeling excited about receiving my first fountain pen in the third grade. "Now, I'll be a writer," I thought. Something about taking what's floating around in the mind and allowing it to become a thought... then taking that very thought and channeling it from the mind, to the muscles, to the bones in the fingers, and, finally, to the pen and letter-pad... seeing the thought become a visual. Something about that has always brought me peace. I've described it to friends as de-cluttering my mind. Sort of like cleaning an untidy room... except in this case, I'm not putting things back where they belong, but, rather, removing the unwanted and tossing it out. OR, taking what I like and making it have substance. By putting it into words, it becomes concrete. Here it rests on the paper... words from my mind, in a particular place and time. In this case, 12:29 a.m. on Monday, January 4th, 2010. Right now, perhaps nothing exciting or Harlequin-worthy -- but still entertaining, nonetheless. I am thankful for thoughts tonight.

xo
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