theinkswell

Sooooo 217k into my new piece, and I think that I have finally found my stride, not worrying about doing it justice, or that I am creating an unruly monster that feeds from me to live, and will never be completed. Nope I am as of this morning just enjoying the ride. Its just longer than I had expected...Strange how the writing sometimes becomes the driver, and the not the writer...

theinkswell

Sooooo 217k into my new piece, and I think that I have finally found my stride, not worrying about doing it justice, or that I am creating an unruly monster that feeds from me to live, and will never be completed. Nope I am as of this morning just enjoying the ride. Its just longer than I had expected...Strange how the writing sometimes becomes the driver, and the not the writer...

theinkswell

Mini Prose....on hold at work...
          
          And thus the world unwinds along its finite line.
          Time, a spring unfettered by the worlds worries or brine.
          Each day lost never to return again,
          The edge of forever marching closer, a bitter sweet pain.
          So savour those moments too few and uncared,
          memories we make are all we are spared.
          So lest we forget those resplendent pleasant days,
          for soon we will all be the walkers of the different ways.