Confessions of a Writer - waiting for the words

Publicerad 11 september, 2020

I love sitting here waiting for the words. Hearing my breath, and the silence of my mind anticipating the flow, the current that flows across the page and produces script, para, pages. I long for the tactile, the earth bound, the sound and sense of a pen nib, a pencil, giving life to letters across a blank page. I long for the pleasure of creating, of being with beauty. Giving time to this joy, I fulfill my promise to Life, ‘I will love being alive’.