A point.

One of the aspirations I have jotted down in my tattered planner from 1999 is to have been published by the age of 30. I'm past 30 and I have been published but as a collective author, not on my own. I'm lazy. I should have published something by now, well more than a poem or an excerpt in a text book about the history of law in America. Phooey.

A few months back I was given a moleskin blank book which I had intended to breathe to life with a pen. Too bad the thing now has a nice sweeping of dust over it. I'm invigorated by this blogging activity. I type a lot faster than I write and think. My brain jumps from thought to thought faster than my mouth moves. I find it oppressive to expel my thoughts by any other means that typing. Here I sit, or type.

In this whole blogging adventure I skidded across a "free write" blog activity. The concept of the "free write" suggestion is to provide you with a topic to write about daily, to keep your skills fresh. The rules dictate that you have 3 minutes after reading the topic to write freely about it. I believe I would like to give the "free write" a stab.

Today's topic is: Poisonous words coated with honey.

All I can see is this thick translucent amber slime covering a very precarious looking black beetle like shape. Not sure what the beetle has to do with anything. Are beetles poisonous? I remember when I was around seven or eight years of age, in the back seat of my parents Buick. The seats had an odor of old fabric. I was hot and tired from the day. The sun was setting and we were heading as a family to Chuck E Cheese for our weekend reward for some sort of good conduct. My little fingers flicked the automatic window button back and forth out of sheer boredom. I noticed the silver coating was flaking off of the plastic button. That coating is actually quite sharp and from past experience I knew to be cautions because it would cut me. To my surprise the window started to roll down due to my dad's accidental bumping of the child safety release. In my startlement I must have opened my mouth because the next thing I remember is an acrid taste in my mouth and a sharp pain. There was a large black bug in my mouth. I spit and spit and screeched as if I was being tortured. The end result was my dad pulling over the car. The black beetle was chased out of the car by my hero! I was however given a good talking too about yelling at such a high decibel while someone was trying to operate an automobile. I cried. I was so upset at the taste that was in my mouth, I was sure I had been poisoned. At that point I'm certain that honey would have tasted quite pleasant.

Wow that's it? I'm out of time? I had more to write. In retrospect however, there is a good start and finish to the quick write. I didn't quite write about poisonous words, but I played fair. I wrote exactly what came to mind however I think that I got hung up on the literal sense of the word honey, and missed the entire phrase all together. Does that matter? Not sure. Hm I'm not impressed. I want a do over. Now I have to redeem myself! I think I may grow quite fond of this activity, possibly out of redemption, but still.

I need theraflu now, before I drown in my own bodily fluids.