I write in the morning when the world is bendy. I make coffee and arrange words: put some in, move them around, take some out.
I think some very grand things but try not to let them get in the way.
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I'm fave-ing this just for that first sentence. Oh and the last one actually. Well, and the one in the middle is pretty sweet too.
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wonderful. so little yet so large.
That first wee paragraph reminds me of a line from a William Stafford poem about writing being an act of arranging. (I'd have to look this up for you; I don't dare try to quote it from feeble, twisted memory.)
That second paragraph is SO painfully true of all writing. At least it should be.
Grand things do tend to muck up an otherwise perfectly pristine piece of paper, don't they?
Well said! And in very few words, perfectly arranged. *
I like these, Stephen.
This is really nice, love the morning time being bendy and accomodating for words
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Simplicity can be very difficult.
thanks very much for the reads and lovely comments. i'm pleased this resonates. a longer and (as it turns out) slightly chattier version of this will be in the next ramshackle review, along with 9 of my little stories. yay!
These make me want to sit down and write.
A delicately crafted and thoroughly enjoyable read here, Stephen.