Words face out
Face words in
I really don’t know where it all comes from. Sometimes, I think “There’s nothing left. I couldn’t imagine writing another word.” Then I start and it comes slowly at first, as I get over the first horizon of the parabola, then it’s all downhill from there. I’m not sure if I should call it stream of consciousness, or if I really think it through. Sometimes there’s a point to it, sometimes what comes surprises me. It can be good, it can be bad; I try by best not to judge it, but instead to just let it be what it is. Make it and move on. I let the eyes of others form their judgements; I just work here. I’ll keep it up as long as I can.