dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession

dark am i, yet lovely, a lily among thorns, majestic as stars in procession
WHY DESTROY YOURSELF? WHY DIE BEFORE YOUR TIME? THE KEEPERS OF THE HOUSE TREMBLE. DESIRE IS NO LONGER STIRRED. DO NOT CONFORM ANY LONGER TO THE PATTERN OF THIS WORLD.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Non-Productive Season


You have to use it or you lose it. True dat you know. The brain needs something to do otherwise it begins to shut down. Movies are fine for a dose of emotion, but you really should have your head in a book as well. Reading a novel pretty fast seems to do the trick for piecing words together again. Even typing keys in the right order can be hard to get the hang of after a drought. Good job typewriters are extinct or we’d never get anywhere would we. There’d be umpteen screwed-up pages a minute flying over the shoulder.

The alphabet is the best remedy for a fuzzy-headed hangover from life. It’s like being in the matrix. And soon enough, when you’re getting back on track and the gears aren't slipping so much, you find yourself dipping in and out of the thesaurus quicker than Lewis Hamilton in a pit stop. Finding a word is a small inconvenience, rather than a DON’T PASS GO sign. You find you’re not so bad at arranging this code of 26. Not bad at all actually. They’re in your power. That’s a confidence booster.

The screen is off-putting, and so is being hunched over a desk, so an hour or so every week or so is more than enough to reel off a masterpiece every once in a while. Not unless you have deadlines, and cash to earn.

It's a strange calling, sitting down to force-feed geese write. Born of conflict, yet a harmonious marriage.

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