I’m attracted to a woman who’s in touch with her pussy and her pen.

She’s intoxicating, exhilarating, liberating, and fiery. Ungh.

She’s a writer.

She writes for Elephant journal and she got me into this online writing course and now I’m a writer too. Well, I’m practicing, long stories, longer than my usual post sized little things. It’s difficult to think in terms of 1000’s of words. I’m used to concise, poignant, and funny. Now I need to think in terms of stories worth of words. Weird. Neat.

I’m excited and also nervous. Old triggers seem to arise when I think about creating in this longer narrative form. My best writing comes when I just don’t think too much. So that’s how I’m writing now. Also I love my triggers. They are the doors to my perception as much as any drug. Writing is a lovely door to my perception as well.

Now an assignment to publish, anything. I’m wandering around looking for inspiration. So back to my writer crush, lover, friend. We live a thousand miles away from each other but we have this simmering hot communication between us. I adore her. She’s witty and self aware and I asked her for help.

Then bam. I hit submit.