The space between

At work, yes again I came up with an idea at work. I have an extended amount of time to think, while doing dishes, making mochas or sweeping the café I open my mind to the awkward flow that is Adam.

I decided that I will be writing an hour a day. Give or take a bit of time but I am committing to writing for close to if not more than 60 minutes a day. If this is something I desire to take a larger shape in my life, I figure that time spent jotting my thoughts will do well. I write a lot as it is, but it is mostly garbage, full of voids that gape the symmetric verses. If only all my lines were as flawless as I perceive the latter portion of that last sentence to be. I run on a lot and I don’t know when to use a ; or a :…I have some idea, a vague guess that may be correct but I want to know the rules, laws so I can master them and later decide whether I should break them. If I don’t know the reason for a rules existence how can I discount its importance? It may hold some unrevealed context and perfect use; I’d like to know. (Mic. Word prescribed the use of the semi-colon).

If I am writing just to write as a swimmer swims to swim I do so with such fervor and desire as an Olympian. I don’t want this to become a daily task which serves as a punch card, another file I will inevitably delete. Lengthy is not so much the issue as content. Walking through a great desert I stumble upon a table holding two cups. I must choose only one of these cups. The first is filled to the brim and the second is filled a little less than halfway with what I know to be water. Which do I take? Although the first seems to be the logical choice, I find that a fairly small percentage of it is urine. The content of the cup is defiled and worth less then the meager portion held by the seemingly lesser vessel.

A great thirst can be quenched with little provision.

Second semester, senior year I took a class called Creative Writing. Ms Fellinge was the teacher and I loved that class. She asked that we do a journal entry every day, if we had nothing to write about we should write about nothing and how interesting it was. It helped tremendously, just as an escape for the mind. To be able to store those thoughts somewhere outside of the mind is a relief almost. Blah blah. I worked with Becky tonight, she is an amazing old gal. Megan Krantz performed, also very cool. It was a great night. I got to see friends I hadn’t seen in quite some time, heard great music and got home earlier than I should have.

Tomorrow I am going shopping with Laura, a grand ol time it shall be. GOODNIGHT.
Farewell,
adam