I was speaking with a friend the other day about writing exercises. The creative mind is a muscle, and like any other muscle in the body, it must be flexed, stretched, pushed to its limits, and allowed to heal and repair. The one exercise I find most helpful, and especially through times of creative drought, is stream-of-consciousness writing. Find a quiet place, put pen to paper, and write every word you see. For me, it quickly unlocks the doors… after a few words, or, at worst, a few sentences, what is really on my mind begins to emerge. Most of the pieces you find here have their birth in that exercise, though I do then take them, like gems, and cut and polish and make them presentable for the world at large.
But I thought it might be interesting, and an exercise also in letting go, to share with you one such piece, before it undergoes any change. I waged internal war over this. It is far from perfect. But it is honest. And it is part of the process.
I hope you find some enjoyment in it.