Precarious

Romance Language

I wake up each day wondering whether I’ll have any words.

Just looking at that sentence written down, it seems absurd. How can I run out of words?

When my partner and my children get up in a while, words will come easily to me: “Hello.” “Good morning.” “How did you sleep?” “I love you.”

Even as I sit here writing, words constantly pile up in my brain, and as soon as I type, they jostle and scramble to get out. So what is it about the idea of putting them down that immediately unsettles me? What makes me start to judge and sort as soon as I think of “writing”?

First I tell myself it’s because I have to figure out what I want to “say.” Where do I want my writing to lead? What point do I want to make? That is, I wrap myself in the subject…

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