But now I realise that I have to let it be and thicken until I can't possibly hold it in a moment later... and I sit down and write for 6 hours and still not want to stop! I love this time. I feel free and purposeful, a sense of satisfaction unlike any other....and at times when I'm lost in it all I dream of days like this....of there being endless days like this. And then it begins again....
I feel the same whether I'm writing poetry or a project outline... The clarity of expression that emerges and the sense of direction is such a relief. The perfect piece for me is the marrying of words that form an action with beauty of their form across a page...font, spacing, and colour become significant....the word formations become an image just as much as something to be read...I feel as if I'm aiming for a kind of subversive absorption...my meaning transmits without effort. Constantly and effort to be effortless!
And yet the honesty of my effort feels as important as the final work as presented...in fact it feels more important and can sometimes feel too much, too overwhelming....but then the last full stop is tapped in and something in me unwinds and I breathe differently and I know that a new work will soon begin....
