It's the little things that catch me by surprise, and they always, always come when I'm so happy that I'm not concentrating on the here and now. This past Sunday I just wanted to shout out in excitement, share my happiness with the world. Writing's been taking off, school's been, well and to top it off - guess what - my team made the Superbowl!!!
Today I randomly logged into twitter on my laptop for the first time in awhile had an unpleasant surprise - I've heard of SOPA and PIPA, but didn't realize they were here, now....all over twitter there's news of the internet "going dark" of sites blacking out. All because of SOPA/PIPA - I won't take the time to explain - use the link, I'll let wikipedia help out there.
I'm finding lately, the more I've been writing, the more things I've found to write about.
Warning, run on sentence: Interestingly enough, the other night, after I had complained here about sometimes not being able to sleep because the words wouldn't stop, for the first time in years, I couldn't sleep because the words wanted out.
In my last post I mentioned that there were also other theories that have been put forth as to why I'm not writing as I used to when I was younger.
When my dad died, I was 22. Ruthlessly, I cut the words out of my life. I stopped writing. Period. Words were my way to express emotion and I decided I didn't want to feel anymore, so even though the words came, I forced them back.
