It feels like a lonely world tonight.
I sit here staring at the white page of my computer screen and wonder what to write. Secrets plays on my Internet radio, followed by Armada by Two Steps from Hell. I wonder how long I will continue to sit and stare until I decide to start writing words, anything. Something.
Click, click, fingers on the keyboard and the words start to come to me. Pouring forth.
There are writers who think the act of writing is grueling and love the idea of having written. I prefer the writing. For me, it’s slipping through a little hole unseen by everyone else and coming out in another world. It’s like music that flows in the ears and opens up your mind to possibilities locked within the flow of the music.
It’s like magic.
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