I just need to find some clear water, some mental space to sit down and write. I really need to get some words under my fingers.
Weird Synchronicities. This week I forgot I nearly died and then found myself at The War Inside, a play about that exact moment in my life.
For me now, at this point in my life, writing and thinking are co-continuous. I type between 55-60 words per minute – the speed of thought.