Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Water and Mud.

Sometimes writing is like turning a faucet, releasing words in spurts and streams moving so quickly that your fingers can hardly keep up with the flow. And when it's like that, transforming the words from the flow of your brain into words on a page is a blessed release.

But other times, it's like slogging through mud. Every step is awkward and the results are dismal.

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  1. Do you remember when we went wading for blackberries in the creek behind grandma and grandpa's house? The mud was so thick we got stuck in it- I don't remember being old enough to have the good sense to be scared, but I know mom sure was. Good blackberries, as I recall.

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  2. That's a beautiful story and a lovely analogy, but I don't remember that in the least. Thanks for the encouragement, though!

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