I'm not sure how you teach patience, or some of the last good things that bad money can't buy. Talent, and epiphanies, or inspiration. Enough letters to gestate those great feelings, enough feelings to gestate those great letters, or words. A new name for everything. Today I read two short stories, I listened to two more while hiking then watched a movie with a story written by a novelist.
I'm still waiting for that inspiration, I'm waiting for those feelings, those epiphanies.
I may have to give up some more, I might have to get good at it.
It will come, it always does.
I'm finished with the first draft of the 12th story
It is titled Hands Pressing Play.
I like the title, it is in reference to reading braille, I nearly want to learn to read braille just so I can read with my eyes closed, so I can be alone with those stories, really really alone.
I need to write part 3 of Weak Nights and I will be done with the first draft of the second book.
When it hits me I'll be done in hours, until then I just have to think and look and wait.
Patience may be waiting for me.
I'm still waiting for that inspiration, I'm waiting for those feelings, those epiphanies.
I may have to give up some more, I might have to get good at it.
It will come, it always does.
I'm finished with the first draft of the 12th story
It is titled Hands Pressing Play.
I like the title, it is in reference to reading braille, I nearly want to learn to read braille just so I can read with my eyes closed, so I can be alone with those stories, really really alone.
I need to write part 3 of Weak Nights and I will be done with the first draft of the second book.
When it hits me I'll be done in hours, until then I just have to think and look and wait.
Patience may be waiting for me.
