Writing Something is Much Better than Writing Nothing
This is how I tell my stories
I’m sick.
I’ve been sitting in front of my laptop, trying to force my mind to focus long enough to allow me to write something. I’ve been posting on Facebook, hoping that any writing would spark something. I finally just started my fingers moving, without thinking about what’s coming out of my brain.
I’m not worrying about structure, grammar, or word usage. As a thought occurs to me, I type it out. Sometimes I sit for long periods, fingers hovering over the keys, hoping the scraps of thoughts bouncing around in my head will form into something I can put on the page.
I’m hyper-sensitive to everything going on around me. Zoey is sitting on the bed behind me, watching DanTDM on YouTube. His clipped British accent should be soothing, but it’s not. Every so often, Zoey starts talking to me, even though she knows I’m irritable and most likely, I’ll snap back at her. When I look at her, my anxiety softens, because even if I get angry, she doesn’t want to be anywhere else except next to me.
It’s been this way with Zoey since the first time we met when she was a year old. Around my wife’s 6th month, I left the Philippines to go back to the U.S. It was bad timing, but I had left the States with a decision up in…
