Just got back from Spanish II, thinking as I was driving of something that was said and applying it to those who love to write. “¿Qué harás esta fin de la semana?” – “What will you do this weekend?” I was asked, as soltera uno dos (bachelorette #2) in a sort of Spanish class version of the old Dating Game show (the professor is an incredibly energetic, upbeat, fun, and innovative instructor whom we all dearly love.) “Escribiré en mi computadora,” I replied. – “Write on my computer.” Needless to say, I was quickly pronounced aburrida – boring.
Well, maybe I am. Maybe the need to hold a conversation with myself and provide a transcript no less is not the average person’s idea of what to do with free time, but for someone who truly loves to write, it is just as fulfilling and necessary-to-the-soul a thing to do as any other enjoyable activity. I believe many of the folks who do like to write like not only the creativity it employs, but the physical process of it as well. For instance, I love the pencil. With a nice sharp and true point, I filled four spiral notebooks with algebraic computations last year. I used to draw with a normal Ticonderoga No. 2—perfect for shadowing faces and feathering strands of hair. Now used to the keyboard after a long hiatus, it too has become an extension of me. Thoughts flow, it seems, directly from the mind to the fingers, are seen by the eyes as they appear on the screen, then are processed by one part of the brain and stored in yet another. A circle of energy that keeps a writer going.
So I wasn’t the bachelor’s (portrayed by a female student since we have the guys severely outnumbered in this class) choice. Luckily, I wasn’t going to take the rose anyway.
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