A Brief Reflection on Writing on January 23rd

So, it´s January 23rd in the Year of Reading and Writing. I have been writing for 1 to 2 hours per day.

What´s funny is as I do more and more, there is more and more to be written. More to excavate from under the rubble of my own consciousness. More experiences surfacing from the past, bobbing up and down on a watery horizon. Waiting for me to capture a full visual. More things that can wait until later. More ruckuses I could create.

I run the risk of doing nothing else. Writing encourages writing. Living encourages writing. Writing encourages living. When I sit down to write these pieces, I find the best thing to do is simply pause and listen. What songs are playing inside? No, I am not sharing all of them. Many start without me yanking too hard. Like ripe fruit showing up when its ready. I ate three mangos yesterday. Perhaps, this is ideas too.