Sometimes ~ writing is poetry. You’re sitting in a car with the window down and the breeze in your hair. You’re moving forwards faster than you do back, and still the future looks full of possibilities.
Sometimes ~ writing feels like a load of lumpen, haphazard shit waiting together; standing in line with a bunch of strangers for a bus as the rain pours down, and no one knows if or when it will ever arrive.
Between these two, my work flows.