Flow

I left all of my electronics behind.   
I did not bring my laptop or my cell phone,
     and since I do not own an ipad (or iphone or ipod ),
that pretty much covers it. 


I DID bring a hair straightener, but I will leave that for another story.

I figured, if a story came along,
     I would jot down a few words in a notebook.


Which, I did. 

It looked something like this:

Trying to get to our seats on the airplane (French foreign exchange students) - 

 "go that way, go this way, go around, go over".

Sponge Bog Square Toilet

Speaking of toilet . . .  "To Let"

Voice in the elevator . . . my Rosetta Stone for learning a British accent - 

"Going Down" , "Floor Four" . 

Man at the pub who "let a loud one loose".

etc., etc., etc.

I wrote two full pages of this. 

The problem was, I missed my laptop.

I was . . . I AM accustomed to writing my stories almost immediately 

      after they come to me.  

The inspiration hits, and like a bad case of the runs, 

     I RUSH to my laptop before it's too late.   

The only difference is, if I wait too long, there is nothing there . . . nothing left.  

The opposite of ( pardon my English ) "shitting one's pants".    

Sometimes, if I sit long enough (at my computer), 

     I can bring some of the thoughts and words back.

But, it is not the same.   

It is not as good . . . not as real . . . not as RAW.  

Not only that, but there is a "flow" between my brain and my fingers, 

     as they tap the letters on the keyboard -

a flow that allows me to type my thoughts

               just as quickly as they fly into my brain.  

And, though I enjoy writing by hand - the "art" of a pen or pencil, as it etches across the page, 

     it slows down my thoughts, impeding my progress.    

So . . . 

     on my next trip, 

          I will definitely be bringing my laptop, 

so that I can type up my stories, as they happen.   

So that I won't miss 

     a single thing.