Overprocessed, overbleached, completely blank computer paper resists the writer. It wants printing machines and uniform letters. It defies you to write on it, blanks your imagination. So you write about it and thumb your nose at its efforts to remain pure. Secretly though the paper wants you to notice it, write its story. It was once a tree, you know.
I don’t think I have writer’s block, but I need to take some time from the new and work on some old things. So this week is going to edited pieces or extended pieces (maybe DJPMUFA). If you have a story you would like to see worked on, email me (address on the right) or leave in comments below.
Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label imagination. Show all posts
23 February 2009
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