Busted: How the Joy of Creating Everywhere May.... Make You Laugh for Years to Come

BUSTED! Is that you, over there, tweeting? How the Joy of Creating Everywhere May.... Make You Laugh for Years to Come It all happened rather suddenly.

I pumped gas. I choked on my tears. I had an a-ha. I wanted to write about it, right away.

I tweeted "To tweet or not to tweet? For now that oddly comforting feeling of awareness will wait for an essay, a line of poetry, a scene."

I moved my car from the gas pumps into the parking area and started to take notes. I decided to write in third person – it was me but instead I became “she”.

My tears turned into small smiles as my finger floated across the screen, swyping words into my color note program on my smart phone.

A text popped in, “Is that you?”

I looked up and saw a friend pumping gas and texting.

“In the blue car?”

I laughed and responded, explained what I was doing. I was busted, caught, sighted

Actual text conversation... unedited for your enjoyment (and chuckles!) and outed for writing poetry in a gas station parking lot. There it sat on the throne of now and forever embedded into our relationship.

Even this morning – the day after - it makes me smile. I am sure the smiles and the texts and the notes will transform themselves into a story we will tell and retell when we find ourselves in a group of artsy friends.

When I finished swyping my notes, I didn’t move my car immediately. I sat there and let contentment wash over me. My thoughts rained on my overheated heart as I thought about this place I call home.

It is not someplace I chose. It is not someplace I want to stay. But when someone I know catches me writing poetry in a gas station parking lot and is kind enough to not interrupt my creative process and to save the laughs for later?