This may be getting a little bit excessive, but I just dropped another $600 on yet another writing instrument. This time, it’s the portable Freewrite. I really do like this typewriter one that I have in my room, but I find that it’s not the most portable device out there, so I decided to buy one that can fit easily in my backpack and bring to different places, such as coffee shops to do some work. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I just want to fill pages after pages with writing. I’ve always sort of been like this, ever since I was a young child. I dreamt of writing, but the immigration process did not allow me to master language at a high enough level that I found to be adequate enough to put down into words. In many ways, I think that may have been why I was unhappy as a child. I guess I also have high standards.
I don’t make a lot as a postdoc, but I’ve been spending a good portion of my money on things that matter to me, and writing is one of them. I can’t imagine a life where I’m not able to express myself creatively. I think writing really offers me the opportunity to do that whether it be in the form of poetry or through my essays. I don’t really know where to begin about writing. When you write, you are alone with your thoughts. However, when I enter my material, for instance, on my blog or if it ever gets published, your writing effectively gets disseminated to an entire mass of people. It’s both an effective way to communicate and release and make sense of the thoughts and feelings you have about the universe. Writing really is a gift to humanity: you just need to find the right time and possess the energy to do it.
The Ivory Tower 
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