UNWRITTEN WORDS

While over 50% of my day is spent in front of a computer, precisely less than 1% of that time is spent writing for myself. And the definition of "writing" in today's post does not include email, functional specification documents, email, procedural documents, or email. It does include this blog and stories and non-fiction creations.

And yet I consider myself a writer, albeit most of my words are as yet unwritten. The shower knows the some of the characters. The 80 minute round trip ride to work knows some of the plot lines. The time before unconsciousness when I go to sleep in the evenings (or extremely early mornings as the case may be) knows the real reason Fire Bear has issues, among other secrets.

I have a binder from grade school and junior high filled with assignments from my creative writing classes. I have fan fiction online, written under an alias. I have thick notepads that contain two to three pages of dialog. I have bits of paper with scribbled notes of people and places and things that lurk beyond the edge of vision scattered throughout my house. I hope I can still read them when I find them.

And I have thousands of unwritten words in my head that need to come out. Perhaps that is why I have migraines - all those words pushing against the inside of my skull, demanding to be released.