a small thought particle floating around…
“You know what writing is to me. It’s a buildup of ideas and memories with a spatter of plageurism, catapulting around in my mind. Sorry i’ll stop you there. Let’s use a metaphor before you begin to yawn. Boiling pasta. A froth builds up and lifts the lid off spilling out onto the hob. This is the words spilling out on paper. Before, theres a pressure building up, a thirst to let out what should be known inside you and suddenly its all over the page, relief, the pressure simmers down and comfort sets back in. I’m going to take that lid off more often. Promise.” me
life like fiction 