January 7, 2010
I'm beginning to enjoy the warmth of an empty word processor. Instead of slowly waving my hands around like I do in front of a heater, I roll a pencil around and close my eyes--until I'm able to access that part of myself that knows what's best for me. My breathing slows, I take in more of my surroundings, and whatever I write about is capable of taking me back to that point in time...particularly when I write creatively. It's just something I've committed to so infrequently though that the last dozen times take me back to 2000.