Writing

You sit and listen and learn and the desire to write builds up inside of you. She has a look about her and a way of talking that makes you wonder. The words of another resonate in the air and you wonder could you ever, would you ever write as well.
Then you realise you wouldn’t want to because it’s not you. You write your way and yours alone which mightn’t be the best or even that good but by jaysus it’s your own. As wilde said be you own person because all the rest are taken or something along those lines.
You come home and what you write is different and perhaps mysoginistic and definitely violent and perhaps loving and yet you like that character and you want to hear his voice as he talks to you.

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