I wanted to write something. There was something I wanted to express, and express in my own way. It seemed important, somehow.
Then the words started coming and they weren’t mine, or, not completely. Is it better to keep you hand still than to be a chameleon writer?
Dancer in the Dark on tv. I should go and watch and get depressed.
Archived comments from my old publishing system:
helena from Cambridge USA writes:
You have to keep writing at those times: sort of like having to get past where the waves are crashing in to get out to where you can start to swim.
M-o-m: 5 – 2005-7-25 16:26