On this crazy, wild Vegas/Online dating journey of experience, I’ve hit a few little uncomfortable WTF-was-that-bumps, but I’ve not yet been rendered wordless. Ughh!
Writing for me is akin to breathing. It allows me to process and understand my thoughts better. Typically, if I go more than a few days without writing, I just can’t explain how very muddled and confused my overactive brain becomes! Sometimes if I don’t write, I even start stuttering in my actual speech because my brain can’t decide on which word to use.
Oh my…why, that’s just gr, lov…de….won….umm….that’s nice!
The ex (as in “THE” ex previously referred to here in my blog) used to laugh whenever I’d start to stutter in casual conversation, hand me a pen or steer me to the computer, and say, Kayyyyyy, you haven’t been writing, have you? …you need to go write! Umm yeah, it’s pretty bad…
So, when various circumstances all multiply together and overwhelm my ability to organize my thoughts enough to even write…OMG… Suffice to say, I’m as off-balance as a cat with no tail or whiskers and as confused as a nun in a sex toy shop!
Thus, I feel the need to give props to Gabriel. Gabe and I have been emailing on the Cupid since I signed up there. He is amazing! He shares a love of literature and writing with me that has penetrated all the way through my temporary confusion. Amidst writing far too lengthy emails to him about serial killers, life in Vegas, literature, movies, relationships, car accidents, and a passionately promiscuous love of writing(okay… alright….so my total sleazy side rears its ugly head at last!), I’ve been able to sort through my own overwhelmed state of mind and write again! (insert deep, meaningful sigh of relief right *here*…siiiiiiggggghhhhhhh….) Hooorayyy Gabe!!
Gabe is now my muse of a heroic variety! I so look forward to his emails for two reasons 1. He is exceptionally intelligent, interesting, AND oh-so-attractive (YAY!) and 2. Because this connection to him seems to have cleared my pathways and I started writing…Okay yeah, usually ad nauseum to him…poor guy!!
But I mean really, I am compelled…. I go on …and on…and on….and on….I just suddenly have so much to say! … Not that anyone reading this would ever know of my capacity to do that, but I sure can babble-the-mean-email, umm…practically as a virtual blog entry itself… No, really. I can… It borders on the line of obnoxious!
I’m not a religious person per se, but allow me to explain(I have no idea exactly where I found the following excerpt; I only know I’ve had it saved on my computer for a long time and I forgot to document exactly where I found it):
“The archangel Gabriel is the angel of creative writing. With our permission, archangels give each individual what would best resonate and serve the individual. Gabriel helps you to pick up the pen and start writing and helps to keep thoughts orderly while writing. He is the one, present, helping you to keep your ambition, and fueling the drive. He is the archangel of literature, past, present, and future.”