My mind is blank.
Not really, but the writhing muddle of thoughts and emotions are so tangled that I can't form a single word.
Images flicker behind my eyes like a vintage VCR on fast forward. Characters, scenes, lists, real life to-dos, plots thickening.
I need a moment.
Silence.
A breath.
I reach in, eyes closed and pull a thread from within. The words flow through my fingers and onto the page.
One
Word
At
A
Time.
very creative and artsy ;)
ReplyDeleteYeah. I agree with Beth.
ReplyDeleteJust takes a moment to shut down and focus, and then it flows.
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