June 07
June 7, 2009
It’s a hobby for me, writing is. Writing is just not a hobby anymore. It’s a lifestyle. I don’t write every sparesecond I’ve got. I sometimes don’t even write on a day-to-day basis. I write when I feel like it. When that one special idea pops into my brain. Then I keep on writing until the memory tranfigures out, leaving an empty hole to fill, like one of those water buckets by the pool, the one that flips over and drops water on your head, then turns back around to refill itself over again. Writing, I guess, is like that water bucket. You wait for it to come. You anticipate when it’s going to come, and out of which one, in the case of the bucket. When it wobbles, you go stand beneath it, or you grab a pen. And then you just let it flow.
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