words & more words.
it's not about publishing. it's about writing. it's about doing the thing that i always want to do and rarely feel i have time to actually do. here i sit. finally. finally. letting the words flow in & out as they will. and sometimes they don't. i don't know if it's better than the alternative, but it speaks to my heart the way few things do. parce que as flannery o'connor {and yes, i had to double check that it is, in fact, -or and not -er because sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. and the things that i think that i know leave me questioning.} said, "i don't know what i think until i see what i wrote." my fall playlist fills the background. it has stayed on repeat since the day after labor day. it will continue as such until christmas music starts, or i get bored of it. whichever comes first. my coffee grows cold, but i keep it as an accessory on my desk. my mind skips. stops. starts. lurching around like the flitt...
