Writing can come in fits and starts, but I am full of words, every day, all day.
“My God, it’s full of stars.”
My God, I’m full of words.
It’s only that I don’t always write them down , but when I do … catharsis.
The dance of the pen across the page is a deer prancing in the snow, kids racing through the grass, a performance car zipping across the flats so fast the videographer struggles to keep the machine in the frame.
When it works, the words flow like water.
When it doesn’t, the words drip – drip – drip –
and then stop.