There are so many catch phrases or one liners out there. The same words regurgitated repeatedly until they lose their meaning.
I find I use all of them. All.
Metaphor after metaphor. Line after line. Soliloquy on a page trapped in a vacuum known as the internet; a living thing called a blog.
We all need to have our own live action digital magazines.
Editing lost out the moment we claimed ourselves writers, artists, photographers, and independently published genius. The rooms are so crowded no one can get through–we all suffocated together.
I lost my breath years ago.
…somewhere shy of midnight…
I sit, leaning back in a worn and damaged swivel chair, palms resting on the equally frayed desk. Fingers cramped–because I know better, but still don’t care.
I sit, knees pressed together pulled up into my chest–because I’m sure that’s how Dickens’ did it, too.
I sit. I sit. I sit and I write. I write. I write, because that’s was the advice I received. My feedback. My life line.
And when I’m not sitting I pray my words capture more than the one-liners and worn out metaphors. That they are like, “a light in a sea of darkness.” (see, there’s one now.) And I hope I don’t shrivel up, but secretly I know I won’t.
I haven’t before.
I won’t now.
So I close my ears, squeeze my eyes shut, and tell myself tomorrow will be better. Because it has to be. Because I said so.
And then I write some more.
Delete is the greatest key designed. Backspace is a close sentence. And cntrl X has it’s moments, too. But never around worn out metaphors, and some times when a soliloquy when it runs to long. (and you forgot why you started in the first place.)