There is the first time you fall in love. Risky, painful, but all around beautiful. It comes with making promises, making love, and ultimately letting someone into your very essence. You let them see...
You write. You write and you write, and you try to think of something to write, and you write of the struggle. You write of the tingling in your fingertips, the electric feel of a narrative that longs to be pressed out by those fragile extensions of your very subconscious. “Let your fingers do the talking.” As if they could even understand the thoughts skipping about in my head. There is a sudden stillness that happens. That almost frightening slowing of time, the sign of a story being formulated, calling every...