No I’m not talking about cumming. But I am talking about
that feeling of writing, and writing well.
Today was a shit day; my boss gave me a shit schedule, and I
had to endure a shit bunch of meetings. In so much, I got the shortend of the
stick. Knob end, right up the backend. But I digress...
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| Yes'm boss... |
After such a bad day at work, I came home to an empty
apartment. My wife’s studying abroad, and I miss her terribly. Even more so on
bad days because I cannot get a nice kiss and hug from her. But I digress...
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| The un-happy |
I procrastinated, watched a TV episode, ate dinner, all
while thinking about writing. But then I settled down to work.
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| HAPPY! |
And then for two straight hours I wrote. Well, I re-wrote,
revised, clarified, bettered the scene of the novel. I felt the magic of
writing, of putting words onto the screen, reading them out loud, hearing the
sentences and shortening at will, making it sound crisper, fresher, snappier, and
then picturing the images that were conjured up. My god...I forgot what a
writing-orgasm is like.
A shit day, suddenly has turned into a fantastic day. Two
hours of writing, feeling the fucking juice flowing from my spirit into my
words.
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| This is me me...minus the fantastic rack. |
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