I found out today that I write better in my car. Who woulda thunk? I pulled over, pulled out my MacBook, put the top down and started writing. I've been trying to write an article for this women's lit website for nearly three months now and have come up with nothing. Actually, I always come up with something but I'm always driving, or showering, or walking my dog... kind of inconvenient places to write. This time, I took advantage of the moment. I knew it would be awhile for those kind of ideas to creep into my brain again.

I came home and reread what I had written. I have decided I will always write in the car, always. Screw the coffee shops, screw my writing room, screw every single place that I have forced myself to write in. The car has won, hands down. Hands. Down.  

Where the hell did I pull this article out of? In a half hour straight of writing, with a little tweaking now, I think I did well. Usually how this all happens. I remember the poems, I won a scholarship for, were written in ten minutes, tops. I look back now remembering that I asked my advisor (after I won and beat out the competition) "are you sure you want to give this to me?". That's self confidence right there.