For the Sake of Sporadic Drops

I think the feeling you get every once in a while that makes you want so bad to write is simply an itch to create something. Yes. My not being able to think up something to build my creation out of (a good story for instance) slows any creative juices to a pathetic flow of sporadic drops. But anyway, the point is creating something. I’m starting to think that’s what I’m trying to get at each time I crave “babbling” onto a Microsoft Word Document.

Isn’t it true that there is something satisfying in creating? For example. Yesterday I spent almost an hour cleaning our apartment. I washed and put away the dishes, swept, threw pointless-to-keep-around papers in the almost full garbage, vacuumed our crumb-littered living room carpet, folded blankets, rearranged the bookshelf, heaved an extra TV into the corner of the room, wished I had a place for the third one (the dumpster out back?), hung a few coats in the closet, threw a few high-heeled hooker boots under those, then fluffed the yellow polka dot pillows. There.

This is where I stop and enjoy the transformation. Especially with the five cheerful sunflowers on the kitchen table (putting my once beautiful and wonderfully sweet smelling but now wilted, week-old valentine flower to shame), the kitchen was a pleasant sight.

Our living room too, was at least better. The whole apartment was, not to sound sappy – peaceful.

You see, I felt as I stood there just… uh, basking? in the cleanness of the dumpy little space I pay too much for every month, that I had created something. So yes, there is something satisfying in creating. Babbling, bytheway, is creating. You take this blank page (or messy apartment) and make it into a cool page (clean apartment.) Which is why I have my laptop on my lap (hey what’ya know!) - to babble. Of course I couldn’t think of anything to babble about (we’re talking extremely sporadic drops here), but I still wanted to babble, so I babbled about why on earth I feel this strange need to babble. Hence the babbling.

Ehem.

I feel satisfied now.