On
Writing
My process is
not based on writing what I know. To keep that phrase in mind would
be to stab my emerging creativity with a pen dripping of ink. I
enjoy writing about what I know vaguely, on impulse - or writing
what I have no recollection or idea of. It brings that raging curiosity
I seek to share with my readers.
I’m going
to engage you...and when I do you shall renege. Rub that settling
crust off of your eyes and I constantly ask you “Who are you?”
As if you are to know the unfathomable. Why must she ask so constantly?
Eh..stupido? I grin slightly and tilt my head. Nothing so riving
as my gesture!
And keep in
mind, I don’t write your stories. I elude them.
Aye I cannot
forget my desire - for writing - I’ve driven into my hobbies
again. Why so serious? Look at us.. We are not static... Don’t
you wish?.. or do you want a form? PERform. I’ve seen you
do it many a time.. Tell me. Just for the fatigue that ails me.
I did not order
the sense you are searching for in my writings. Be truthful. You
searched me for the guide. Look that way. No,... you don’t
want anything that bouncy.
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