writing again

It’s nice to be back to writing. Finding the little things that make me say wow. Or not. Now being back on blot means publishing my words easily. No web editor to befuddle me or become an irritant. Just static pages and Dropbox to hold things.

I’ve always believed writing is not a goal or a finish. It’s a doing thing. Same with all of the things I enjoy. Walking or yoga or meditation. None are things I look forward to finishing. Or with goals or word counts or prompts.

It’s always an idea. A thing I find. Sometimes I want to share a coffee shop or a walk. Most often a thought about how the things come together. I can sit in the coffee shop like now and find those little things. Find a memory that makes it link to another. How life in Cambodia seems tied to so many things I touched in other places. Sitting in a taco bar in Merida Mexico. Finding sadness in Saigon. Leaving Manila just because. All of the little things seem linked in some fashion. Spreading out behind and before me. I can feel this life now. Find something or anything that lets me see life in all directions.

I’ve thought often how to capture it all. Tried to write the connecting points. Maybe will try again. Blot does this well. These little dots and lines. All connected but sometimes seem isolated.

Welcome back me. Back to writing. These thoughts now come unbidden. The best way.

Finding all this time to simply write the connections. Back on blot. Where it feels like I never left.

See you down the word highway. Stopping where I please. Only because the words touch other words. And ain’t that the way it’s supposed to be.