Open Up a Window

At the moment it’s a cloudless sky. Me and Boots are near the sycamores looking for some morning shade. Physically, I’m feeling pretty decent considering how I felt the past few days. My blood sugar and blood pressure have seemed to have stabilized, while my stress levels have calmed down to a low roar. I got up early and wrote the story I posted earlier. But I be damned if I can remember what it was about now. 
 
That’s how it usually is with most things I write. I work on them intently singularly focused. Then once it’s done it’s done. I have no magical formal I use to write most of what I write. I just go in with keyboard in hand and start typing. Finding my rhythm and inspiration, rewrite after rewrite. These things are all just part of the process. For me I’d much rather tell a story then talk about how I tell it. I’m not much on weaving fiction, but I have done it from time to time. Maybe it’s just because I don’t speak to very many people conversationally that makes my lines flowing. 

Whatever the reason, I’m outside with the sun creeping up on my back. Writing basically nonsense, just more or less talking to myself. I guess the thing is, don’t be afraid to be yourself. Hiding behind filters and acronyms can only work to isolate you even more. The mask we often wear, may feel like it protects us. But for far too many they have become an excuse to hate and bully. Don’t let fear dictate who you are, open up a window and breathe the air.