It’s such a tangled mixed up world in my head, facebook, twitter
and this blog, all competing with each other for my words.Waiting for me
to feed them with intelligence or humour or wit… And the words are all
fighting with the inner critic about which one’s deserves to be
heard…
..Then there are sentances and topics all vying for attention. Some of the words have collected themselves, they’re trying to group themselves and then organise the sentances into ideas for exploration. Subjects are petitioning to get an allowance of time and energy and whatever resources are at my disposal.
I try to tell them all I’M NOT A WRITER YET!! I DON”T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS?!? But they are so desperate, so keen to get started. My brains swirling. I need coffee… I can’t have coffee, coffee just makes me crazy!, but I need whatever it represents – permission to start writing. Then I realise the journey’s already began. It’s off and started and I’m out the gate.
..Then there are sentances and topics all vying for attention. Some of the words have collected themselves, they’re trying to group themselves and then organise the sentances into ideas for exploration. Subjects are petitioning to get an allowance of time and energy and whatever resources are at my disposal.
I try to tell them all I’M NOT A WRITER YET!! I DON”T KNOW HOW TO DO THIS?!? But they are so desperate, so keen to get started. My brains swirling. I need coffee… I can’t have coffee, coffee just makes me crazy!, but I need whatever it represents – permission to start writing. Then I realise the journey’s already began. It’s off and started and I’m out the gate.
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