Why I Probably Don’t Have A Most Joyful Memory.

When I came across this particular challenge it took me a while when searching in the bowels of my brain for, ‘a most joyful memory.’ I have a plentiful of memories that is joyful. But a most joyful one? No, I can’t seem to pick one out as the happiest I’ve ever been. Let me admit I have used drugs and drank a lot, let me also admit that maybe more than half of my happy times in life are when I was under the influence. I now find myself asking, am I an unhappy person, often looking to drugs and alcohol for happiness? I know for sure that I am not an angry one, bitter or depressed, but still this one writing challenge I guess inadvertently has challenged me to find a most joyful memory instead of having the best writing of my most joyful memory.

I’m ok this hasn’t shaken me off balance, I’m just reminded of the power of writing, how it can get one thinking deep. It’s why I have trouble writing a horror piece or one of lust and sex! With me, I almost always think things through in such great depth and detail when putting pen to paper it's like putting myself right in it, live and in-person.

Writing sure is mystical I find, and for me, it has a mystique about it. I never really did write as much as I should but since joining Prose I have been writing more and it feels like boarding the Cyclone at Coney Island! I’m having fun here and it might be a while before I get off this coaster.