Food for the Soul

Food for the Soul

Alright, so just the other day I got to eat some Dim Sum for the first time in like, legit a year or two.  And I’m just saying, good Chinese food for me feeds the soul.  It’s comfort food.  It’s soul food.  It’s what makes me all warm and fuzzy and full on the inside.  It’s not often I get good Chinese food, so when I do have it?  MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

So you’re probably asking me why the heck I’m talking about food when this thing is primarily about writing.  Well, for you curious cats out there, (or not so curious cats out there,) lemme lay it out for you.

Writing does the same thing for me.

When I get in a groove, or in the zone, or whatever it is, I feel warm and fuzzy and full on the inside.  When I’m in my own Cheyenne, Wyoming, it is an indescribable experience.  I forget about the food in front of me.  I forget about the drinks.  I barely even recognize that the music I’m playing is switching from song to song.  I’m focused on what I’m writing, with my foot tapping and my fingers clacking and my mind racing and my eyes unfocused on everything but the next word appearing on the screen.

It’s food for the soul.

Recently, (for those of you who don’t know,) I just got out of some Summer Classes.  (Which I kicked some major ass in btw, just saying.)  Which meant I haven’t been able to write for about a month and a half on the things I want to write about.  Not saying I didn’t get writing done anyways.  Cause I did…in detriment to my grades…probably…maybe…no comment.  But I did write.  But I didn’t get to write like this.  So much like good Chinese food is comforting to me, a good writing session does the same to me.

Tonight I have a huge pot of tea which I ignored, and I ate dinner at a ripe ten o’clock.  That’s a good four hours after I said I would have food.  I jury-rigged my desk so I can stand at it so I can dance and write without hurting my back as much.  I have like a good twelve different Word Docs opened with notes and words on each one.  I have more than a dozen tabs opened in Chrome for me to work off of.  I have been planning and writing for the past like six-seven hours with plans on doing so into the wee hours of the morning (in detriment to my health but oh well).

And I feel good.  I feel really good.  A good writing session is comfort food to me.  It’s food for my soul.  I’m glad to be writing again and I’m glad to be planning and thinking for the, you know, five and a half bajillion stories inside my head.
That’s all for tonight.  I’m gonna go back and have some soul food.