I was running late for my writing class the other day and decided to hop a cab.

"Where to?" the driver said.

"42nd and 5th," I said, then started to play with my iPhone.

"What's at 42nd and 5th?" he said.

Ugh, is this going to be one of those Chatty Cathys Cabbies.

"I'm going to a writing class at NYU," I said as I tried to go back to my iPhone.

"I write," he said.  "Each day after I end my shift I write down about the people who are in the cab.  I actually will write something about each person as soon as I can after they leave so I don't forget.  I got volumes.  I want to write a book, or do a stand up routine on it."

He went on to tell me some crazy stories, then how when a psychiatrist would get in the cab, he would ask them to diagnose the other people.  He looked to be in his fifties, white, and overweight.  I could see him on stage talking.  He was doing a great job talking to me, but of course, he wasn't looking at me. 

"The most important thing to do is to keep writing, everyday," he said.

Yes, the cab driver is right.  I need to follow his advice.  I've not been writing about all the crazy things that happen in New York City because I've been too busy living my life in New York City.  I have been writing a lot, but believe it or not, I don't post everything I write. 

Here's to my cabbie, where ever you are.  You have a great book, with great material.  I hope to read it one day, or to see you on the stage.

Keep writing.