Driving home, I felt it. Like an itch that needs scratching, like a sneeze that tickles your nose, like a hunger inside an empty belly. I couldn’t quite tell what it was at first. Have I forgotten something at work? Yes, but that’s not it. Have I lost myself in a tangle of thoughts? Yes, but that’s not it either. Have I written today? No, and that’s just it. I haven’t put fingers to keys all day, at least not for this purpose. Sure, I worked on the presentation for next Thursday. I rated and ranked potential teammates for next year. I sent emails and made notes on my evaluation. But I haven’t written from this space in my mind yet. And this space won’t let me forget it.
I heard Gary Paulsen say once that writing for him is like breathing, like falling in love. You just can’t live without it. I get it now, and so couldn’t let this day go by without taking this breath and filling this space.