Here I am on a Thursday night with little to do. Why not write? I have begun a story, thanks to my Fantasy Literature class with the excellent Professor Doni Jeffery-Harris. (Or perhaps she doesn't have "Professor" in front of her name. I've forgotten.) I wrote a little bit more, several minutes ago. The interest dried up quickly. Or, you know, the fleeting and light interest I can summon up for anything right now. I feel very relaxed, with no particular desire to change anything. I have a party at 11:00 pm tonight (late, right?), and so I've wondered what I can do before I leave. I could watch the second episode of Firefly, the oh-so-awesome-yet-somehow-short-lived space western created by Joss Whedon and other people. I could hop on my brother's Xbox 360 and sail on the seas of 1775 as Connor Kenway, the newest member of the Brotherhood of the Assassin's. I could even keep reading the excellent book Dance Improvisation, which I picked it up for enjoyment and education, wanting to prepare for a class at UVU next semester.

These options (besides the writing) all require intake. I spend so much of my day taking in information, processing it (I work in a data-entry sort of position), and repeating the cycle; taking in information gets old. Writing a story or a blog entry means... ex-take... outtake... output! There's the word I wanted.

Output. All y'all watching Netflix and TV and playing games? Make sure to dedicate time and energy to output in your life. Write, paint, speak, create. Dance, sew, carve. Compose, arrange, draw. Avoid doing these things clinically and do not judge your work. Just do it. Express from your heart. I promise that doing so will serve you well. Your drawing doesn't need to be a masterpiece. Just doodle, I say.

I know now what I will do!

Nap!

I've got a late party coming up and typing has konked me out. Sometimes it's just time for a nap. :)