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The Real Impacts of Writing

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The Real Impacts of Writing
Buffalo, NY
August 22, 2007
http://canciondelvagabundo.googlepages.com/

I dumped a bottle of water over my head so that Mira would be inspired to write a poem. This is what came out:

After a year planning, It all came around to the first, and I took your advice.
And look at us now.
Digging our own graves side by side.
But we get paid for this?

You live in hotels, and I guess I do too.
Little plastic key cards, matted spotty beige carpets, burnt bagels, the juice machine.
The fire alarm goes off.

I think that she should write more poems. Maybe I should just keep dumping more bottles of water over my head.

Now she is massaging me and it hurts. “Honey, you have a guy in there,” she says. “You have a guy right there too,” as she continues to crush the knots in my back.

Maybe it is from a hard day of work? “Naw,” chuckle, chuckle.

It is from sitting at this damn computer writing these friggin blog post every night. Haha.

I got chewed up and spit out from a post that I recently made entitled “The Lonely Road.” No, not from Mira, but from my best friend Erik.

“What, you don’t like travelling with me?”

“No, I was just writing of a particular mental state, I did not mean you personally.”

He then proceeded to mock me and satirically throw my written words back upon me in a far more humorous way than I originally meant for them to be taken.

No, Erik, I do not mind when our conversation interrupts my meditative foot thumpings. I welcome your company. Stubbs, the same goes for you.

I just write what I feel in the moment. I make no pretense that I will feel the same a day from now as I do today, nor do I pretend that yesterday’s thoughts will add up to today’s. Tomorrow is a new day, you know. Writing is for the moment- it is the moment. I mean nothing permanent by anything that I write. But I do sometimes deserve to be berated, so call me out. Yes friend, I welcome blunt honesty.

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About the Author:

Wade Shepard is the founder and editor of Vagabond Journey. He has been traveling the world since 1999, through 76 countries. He is the author of the book, Ghost Cities of China, and contributes to Forbes, The Diplomat, the South China Morning Post, and other publications. has written 3048 posts on Vagabond Journey. Contact the author.

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