In rapid fluidity, the pen swirled across the yellow paper until it reached the edge and like a vintage typewriter it returned and began another row. Touching both top and bottom lines, the letters looped continuously over the space as I penned every word.
"You remind me of the scene in the movie The Shining where Jack writes over and over the same thing page after page."
"What was he writing? I asked.
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
Paul explained to me that in the movie Jack's wife thought he had been writing in his office until she dicovered he had only written one sentence over and over and over, page after page. You see, he wasn't writing a book, he ended up being a psycho killer.
What Paul didn't understand was this: that in an attempt to occupy time, I was just being creative and writing down every word that came to my mind and every word that was said. We were playing a game of Scrabble and he takes a l - o - n - g time to play a word. I did realize that I looked a bit nuts writing like that but then it became fun.
I had never written like that before. When you push a bunch of sentences together and read them all at once it becomes quite humorous. Of course, I added a few words in between to amuse myself. By the time I had almost reached the bottom of the second side of the yellow lined paper, I wrote these words in large P R I N T:
I AM SUBMERSING MYSELF IN THE CULTURE OF WRITING.
"It's all about this:" I said,
W O R D S.
Then I proceeded to rip up the paper and discard it.
It was fun and even funnier that Paul thought I looked like a psycho killer.