Clandestine tales

Imagine a friend,
In a faraway land,
Or in the next town over.

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Noise, silence and writing

No matter what time I go to bed I’m up at 6 am.

Or earlier.

Only very rarely do I stay in bed past that time. Or go back to bed after a trip to the loo. 🙂

There is something about the quiet, the solitude, the dim light in the early mornings that appeals to me. Wakes my senses, makes them more pronounced. This is usually a good time to start writing.

But not always.

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The words will come (or not)

Imagine…something. A story. A fantasy. Words that flow out of your head and into your keyboard.

There they sit. Staring back at you.

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Elusive sleep

Imagine, a hangover. But not from cocktails.

A heavy head, filled with fog. Thick and soupy, full of words that won’t transmit.

Distractions.

A fantasy filled with desire and hope.

Longing.

There is no time, no peace, no focus.

But it will come. It has to.

The story takes shape, slowly, like the torso of a snowman. Getting bigger, fatter.

Until it melts. Again.

Sleep eludes. The wifi beckons. It never sleeps.

Maybe the words will form at dawn.

Maybe not.