For me,
sometimes,writing is a bit
like rain.
It may start slowly…
just a few taps
and clicks,
…on the key board.
Just a few drops…
at a time.
And then…sometimes, it’s faster.
Faster and faster, I‘m banging and
thumping the keyboard. Others around the coffee shop may look, wondering what’s going on, banging, pouring,
big South Texas rain drops are hitting everywhere, and the keys, the keys are bumping and thundering. Mistakes, mistakes, they are everywhere, and I have to stop myself from stopping to fix them, or otherwise I will lose that train of thought, become distracted. I can say it this way…no, no, not that way, back, back, back, again, and again, trying to capture the thought…before it goes…
And then it slows…
…until I finish
that thought.
Then…
I'll sit back,and read,
…and re-read.
To see how the tone…
… the flow of it,
are working.
To see
if it is still
logical,
reasonable…
Just…
a few…
…taps…
A few light
drops…
And then, I break,
for the granddaughter.To play !
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Mark W. Laughlin
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Photo by Mark W. Laughlin
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A veces, por la noche,
cuando yo no puedo dormir,
yo escribo.
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