Silence

I had a little epiphany this weekend.

Some days, I hate those things. They're like gnats, buzzing around your head that you can't quite swat away. And then when you do smash one, and you think "HA! Got you!" you end up with bug goo on your hand and ...

Well you get the idea.

I'm not very comfortable with silence lately.

I am always doing something. Playing on the computer, doing something in the kitchen (creating stuff that smells good and that has no calories...ie, soap), watching TV (currently re-watching Buffy from the beginning on DVD...and no, I don't know why, I was in the mood), reading, taking notes in one of my ten thousand little journal things I have stashed all over the house, playing with my hair .... sometimes I'm doing two of these at once, sometimes more than two ...

I know that to be able to get started writing, I need to be able to sit in silence and create.

And I can't seem to get myself to do it.

I wonder what that means.
And yes, I probably will have an answer to that, and I'd have one even sooner if....


I could sit in silence and figure it out.