The other night I decided to try this acting exercise I learned at the New School that required me to sit down with a journal and write fervidly, not stopping or really even taking time to think for an hour...

Its amazing what comes out of you after a glass of wine at midnight on a Friday night. I wrote so fast that when the alarm went off I felt like I had been writing for 60 seconds, not 60 min. I closed the journal and was surprised that I was afraid to read what I had written. I didn't remember at all, I couldn't recall one thing I had put down on paper. I nervously opened the journal and counted 34 pages. I had filled 34 pages with word vomit out of my head and had no clue what it said.

I still haven't read it. I'm not sure if that's part of the exercise or not. Do I open it and read all the crazy stuff that flooded from my brain, uncontrolled and un-bound? Do I leave it in there, shut away, leave it in it's new home creating much needed space in my head?

hmm, ill just breathe about it.