I wanted to relay a story and make a point so I started writing it today, exactly as I remembered it. My goal was to get it all down and try to make some sense out of it. 2500 words later I am still not done getting the whole story out. Something about writing what's in your head though. That's the biggest burst of thought I've had in a long time.
It's funny the way the words form themselves in my head now. They are all there, popping up and waiting to be shared. It was relaxing too. I felt like I was doing something with purpose. On occasion I still find myself fighting the internal editor. That is the biggest obstacle I have to overcome, my need to constantly correct and reword as I go along. Does anyone else have trouble with this?
It still felt good to write tonight. I even forgot about my sore throat for a while.
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