Most words rattle around in my head – born there, they die there. It’s a mystery to me why I don’t let them out. Why I don’t take the time and make the effort to write them somewhere.
Let’s see if this will give them Voice. Silly, I know it’s up to me. The time is now though. I’m not going to think it through in advance. I’m not going to worry about who will read it. I’ve locked my editor in a closet deep in my brain. I’m ignoring the banging to let it out.
I’ve really not thought this through in advance. I don’t know what I’m going to write about – not this second and not in general. This post is stream of consciousness. Future posts might be written on purpose – or not. We shall see.
