Flying with Words

On the plane home from San Jose I was writing like crazy. It was really exhilarating. I don’t know what it is about flying/traveling but it just seems to allow me so much time to think, read, breathe. Between short doses of turbulence and shut-eye, I scribbled up a storm in one of my journals. It was incredible. I can’t remember the last time the words just came so freely. It’s not like those scribbles resembled any particular types of writing, it was more the rapid pace that the words were coming. Titles, ideas, essays, frameworks…I couldn’t keep my hand from the page and almost couldn’t get all my thoughts down. They were pouring out of me like screams. Even crowded in those uncomfortable seats for several hours with quirky noises and at times peculiar smells, didn’t keep my words away. I don’t know when I’ll write like that again but I hope I can find myself again there soon.