It takes others’ writing, simple blogs and such, to jerk me out of my attempt to over-(complicate/simplify) things. Failure to notice or reflect and complaints about monotony. Pale conversations and brain in a jar. the jar amongst other such tagged glasses. Gooey lumps in different shades of red.
Circa, commas, Chicago Manual of Style and even a banal boss cannot take away from me what momentarily grazed through my mind. And I bounce back with these small excited spurts of being an ‘I’. This ‘I’ lacks courage. Energy breathes in magic-realist memory.
Hence, as I go through the recently updated posts and romance a (writer’s) block, I thank (your) creativity, experiences and words.
Memory | Brand | Marketing
8 months ago
