Anywell. It reminded me of the tenth grade, how my English teacher would make us take the first five minutes of period to write whatever would flow out of our hands into a journal of sorts. I still amazingly have the darn thing, I think. I remember writing about whatever fantasy novel I was reading at the time and dreams I had the night before more than anything else. I remember Teacher Terry telling us to write continuously no matter what. If we couldn't think of anything to write, we were to just write ANYTHING: from a list of fruits, to cartoon characters, to the word "jazz" over and over and over.
I remember the freedom of the entire exercise, about how I felt so much better after that first five minutes were over. It was a way to sort of work through things without having to actually WORK at writing. It was amazing what came out at times.
Shortly after moving here, I bought a little spiral bound journal with leaves on it while on a tremendous layover in Denver. I kept it with me for awhile, forcing myself to write in it whenever I would be stuck waiting for the bus (or anything) for an indeterminate amount of time. I keep putting the thing into my purse to try to get into the habit again, but keep taking it back out because I don't feel like carrying the extra weight.
Maybe I should try a few posts like that - force myself to type for five minutes every night, even if I can't think of any one thing to discuss.
I tried to create something scrumptious out of beets for the 2nd time ever tonight. I think I shall have to request that they be left out of my organics bin for just about forever. I baked four little ones and eated them with butter - my tummy is quite upset now, though it's kind of cool that the inside of my mouth temporarily looks like I've been drinking blood.