…there must be constant practice. How to become a writer if the writing is not written? Time passes and clock hands spin and mountains erode and shadows flee and words remain in potentia, ephemeral, mere eidolons of themselves.
I have a new idea for a book, but that is nothing, I have a new idea every week these days. The trick lies in the writing, the crafting, the setting down of letter after letter until the aggregate numbers in the hundreds of thousands, all sensical and sweet.
Writing writing writing. To fashion and forge, to create and craft. To set spinning in motion, to devise and divine.
At least I can ramble like a pro.