creative writing

i would like to rant about the way the morning went but i would have to either invent new words or perhaps just illustrate old ones in a new way, say, by setting something on fire & pointing to it while smiling vapidly like one of those weather bimbos on channel whatever. exaggerating of course put the phone down it's fine. nothing burning here unless it's my creative energy, oh if only you could feel all the adrenaline flowing through my veins & arteries right now. so tingly!

and speaking of arteries in a way designed to douse the matters at hand & leave them smoldering & move on already (kidding! nothing's on fire at all!) last night i did something i hadn't done in years, that is i picked up an ink-filled writing device & used it in conjunction with some sheets of a thin, papery substance in order to arrange words & thoughts in what was hopefully a rather creative manner. i went about this somewhat clumsily, discovering my fingers had almost forgotten how, which is terribly odd considering that i've done enough writing, obsessively enough over a period of enough decades that there is a distinct ridge in the bone of the finger the pen rests on. the bone remembers, how did the rest forget?

my attempted fumblings with this old medium & my chagrin over the deterioration of my penmanship were interrupted by an email invitation to join something. reaction was instinctively no, who has time? i clicked the link out of curiosity & lo & behold, pretty much exactly almost what i was sitting there already doing, only different. how could i say no? & so now i need to go & contribute something. something light hearted & life affirming, she said, sounding suspiciously like molars being ground down to nothing. talk about your creative writing exercise! (kidding! everything's peachy! and the peaches aren't on fire! trust me!)