When I write, it’s mostly stream of consciousness, but at other times it is so I don’t forget this skill.  I know I’m not a great writer or even a good writer, but I enjoy the therapeutic tapping of keys and how with every tap a letter that eventually leads to a word and then soon my original thought can appear before my eyes much quicker than my pen and paper can.  I like that my fingers keep up much quicker with my thoughts than does a pen.

Another thing about writing on my laptop is that I can lay down.  That’s somewhat a more limited skill when writing with my pen so it lacks the excitement.  In college, I would write in halls or courtyards while sunbathing in the grass.  It was perfect.  Even now, I find that I have found my perfect writing home, in my bed so that I can see my sky light and the blue sky or night stars.  Tonight, it is neither, though.  Instead, I have been given an intricate lacework ceiling of snow allowing my eyes to only see white.  It’s so beautiful yet very deceptive; I’m unable to determine the amount of snowfall since I lie beneath the snow from this window.  I can’t help but stare up and wonder how much snow has fallen.  Oh, how I love my skylight!

Sidenote:  I really was hoping the snow passed over Nashville, because I’m in desperate need of money.  I would have preferred to sub today since I’m heading to Las Vegas in less than 48 hours with not enough money to survive a usual week in Nashville.  How am I to do Vegas?  Sugar Daddy search will just have to be my only option.  It’ll work out, I hope.

Okay, back to snow watching.  I know you’re jealous of my skylight.