Writer Renewed

The confession of a writer:

I had no desire to write.

Anything.

At all. 

Period.

I didn't want to put pen to paper, I didn't want put words to computer. I didn't even want to input case notes into HMIS as part of my job.

None of it. That bad.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to explain why it happened. It had nothing to do with writer's block. It may have had everything to do with Phoenix and how frustrated I am with being here at this point. It may have had everything to do with my fear of what words would actually come out once I did start writing.

I'm not sure why it happened. All I know is that it happened. And that for the first time in my life, I hated words.

Then two things happened:

1. My brother told me to write.

2. I read an incredible NY Times story that blew my mind.

And then it happened, I wanted to write. It was like a spark went off in my mind and body and I couldn't get the words out fast enough.

I immediately pulled out my computer and typed up something short, which I'm about to post. And I've also got a #19 bus piece in the works that is very "a lá Advanced Comm Bus #22." Although, I'll admit, the #19 Phoenix bus is a hell of a lot freakier than San Jose's #22, which will make it a far better read.

For now, I have two things to say:

1. Troy, thanks. Thanks for reminding me. I guess I listen to you... sometimes.

2. The NY Times story that made my fingers ache for a pen or keyboard -- Hit and Run. 

Please read it. I'm not expecting it to have the same profound impact on you as it had upon me. But I bet you'll still find it a good read. I think it was the lead(/lede depending on my audience) that did it for me. So beautiful... And the skipping rocks comparison. But seriously, I'll stop talking about it so you can read it.

Anyways, I'm back. And I'm ready to write.