I'm going to practice my typing, every day. One hour a day, every day for 365 days, yep . . . I'm going to do it! I want to be able to type faster, because . . . my mind is moving, so much faster, than my fingers, I absolutely, positively, hate that! I want, to push it, to the limit, to see where my mind can go! Right now my miserable typing, is in control. The words I screw up are underlined in red, and that throws me off. "Reminds me too much of my teachers, and . . . the dreaded RED corrections!" I stop dead, in my tracks, my heart rate increases, go back and fix them. I fool around so much. I want, the correcting gizmos, to stay the hell away! This is the reason I don't want any kind of correcting teacher crap!!! I lose my thoughts! I know "you thought I was silly now!" Before Mr. Red Underlining, I just let 'er rip, then I would go back and Glenview it, or correct the words thru the spell checky, ya know! Mr. Spell Check I could turn on, or off, but some where's along the line, this damn red underling thing started. It could be something I did, and . . . that's my bet, but . . . I don't want the S. O. B. okay!!! I don't know diddly-squat about computers. I just want to have some fun, and type the stuff that's in my fricking HEAD!!! ( Oh my . . . I hope, I didn't come on too strong, and scare you! But that's the whole truth and nothing but the truth!!!
I have no clue, as to what kind of writing I do. Don't want to, because I just go with the flow of whatever is peeking out from behind the curtain. (And a I have, a lot, o curtains, to choose from!) It's fun and makes me relax. Don't want no labels, hanging on me!
Automatic, writing, spirit writing, (My ass!) There's not one spirit, that would channel through me, no way, no how! I wouldn't let 'em! It's all me, baby! I have many curtains in my head, always have, they're the ones, I wish to share!
I don't call it inspirational writing, soul writing, it's just me having a good time, releasing my emotions, because it's fun! I admit to finding some of my meandering, laughable. It's a cleansing of the mind thing! In the beginning, it was so damn frustrating. I gave up several times. If I've learned one thing, it's stick-to-it! Yes! My typing's improving, but I want the rest, just to see where this road takes me! (Just like Star Trek "I wish to go where no one's gone before!)
A few posts back I wrote about a snow. Tonight, as I walk through the Pearly Gates, the snowflakes are extremely large, like that snow, I wrote about titled, "The Big Snow." The wet snow sticks to the trees, falling at a brisk pace. The kind you rarely see, I was captivated, enjoying, the moment to its fullest. I said, "man . . . this would be a good time to get me a taco and just chill out!!! As I travel the road, as of yet, un-traveled, I love, breaking new tracks! Umm, umm, magnificent, makes you feel like, the only one in the world! I watch the state trucks plowing snow, we're only suppose to get 3 to 4 inches, a passable snow. The white blanket, covers all, hiding evidence of man!. For a spell everything's appears so clean, so beautiful! A nice feeling, I wish, I could bottle it! Ahhh!!! Non the less, I must, come back to reality. It sticks for tonight. A fresh breath of amazement, beats reality! Right?
TO THAT I SAY, BYE BYE. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!! gLEN . . .