11 of 100: Free write stream of consciousness for 10 minutes. No correcting mistakes or editing what you've written.
Jokes on you, this is how I start all of my writing. I write, and write, and write, and then I keep writing. Then when I feel like I have written enough, I will stop to read everything. What was I trying to say? Did I get the point across? What more needs to be said? Is there a structure forming? Is there a structure that wishes to be carved out of this? This stuff speaks to me. Sometimes it asks to be a poem. Sometimes I will write some more if I don't achieve my "zen" state of mind. It's kind of fitting that I put on the instrumental version of the Pocahontas movie soundtrack. It's very much about forging your own path; finding your own way. That's what I feel like my writing is to me. Who cares if anyone is reading it. Wellsville, I care a little bit if Jeremy reads it. I want him to be in my world with me. Other than him though, I am quite content to be doing this writing thing completely for myself. It's very freeing. Whatever I want to do, I am going to do. Whatever I find amusing or interesting. Whatever sparks my curiosity. This soundtrack isn't playing entire songs, it's just playing clips here and there of the songs, so I'm wondering how much is influencing how my mind is writing this. I'm not really changing the subject too much, but it definitely makes me feel things, like this is the part after Thomas shoots Kocoum. Man this is such a fantastic soundtrack. I probably am not doing the assignment right if I am listening to music while I do this, however, he *did* say free, and free means FREE. I can do what I want. I gotta look up who was the composer for this soundtrack. I forgot how good this was. I had this soundtrack on a CD when I was very young and I listened to it very often. I think that's why this feels like it's so much apart of who I am; because it *is* part of who I am. It quite literally contributed organic blocks to building different parts of mind, body, heart, and soul. However that type of thing works. SO MANY FEELINGS. My goodness. Who the fuck is this composer. This is bringing me back to old feelings and new feelings and thinking about old feelings with a new perspective. Follow your heart. In the very simplest way to put it. What's that lyric for that one song that Grandmother Willow sings? That's her name, right? She was my absolute favorite, could you ever guess that? Duh lol. Listen with your heart, you will understand. Willow trees are probably my favorite trees in the whole wide world. There's something so mystical about stepping into those overhanging branches. It's probably because of this movie that I feel this way. You think you own whatever land you walk on, the earth is just a dead thing you can claim. But I know every rock and tree and creature, has a life, has a spirit, has a name
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