Babbling Away

This is the first time I felt the urge to write, but had nothing specific to write about. I usually have a theme, a thought, a theory. Maybe this urge arose from the fact that I spent the last two hours editing an essay, my head so immersed in restructuring sentences, rummaging through my mental thesaurus for better words and phrases, introducing a little alliteration here and changing the tense there.

After poring over the piece for two hours, I was tired. 'I don't know how people do this full time,' I said to my sister, who's help I had invoked after the second paragraph. Most of the time, I need to be inspired to open up this blog and start typing. Without that inspiration, the words just don't come.

I have a vague sense of déjà vu. I've spoken about this before, I think.

This is what happens, I guess, when a piece isn't planned. Ideas are repeated and the words just tumble out. And before you know it, you're just babblin' away.