When I write I see the sun. Dark and pungent. Awoken and tormented. Blissfully and totally ornate.
A metamorphoses - a killer - what would it be like?
What would it be like to ride upon a horse, its wondrous soft mane there to grasp?
When I sleep I see daunting images. That I do not wish for. Ingeniously diluted. Attractively prophetic. Sometimes they are in colour. Sometimes they make sense.
What does writing involve? What is it about?
An English teacher once breathed upon me that a paragraph is no shorter than five sentences. Many a mind has taught me. Some have thought alike. Why?
A character can be created. A middle aged man, for example, poor and desperate for cash, robs a newsagent. He comes home. He gets arrested. What a pitiful creation. Therefore I feel sorry for the ending and irked for the beginning.
But writing has become so much more about the writing and less about the reader. For example, I could start at the end and end at the beginning. I could write about the reader as the character. Why?
Children like to ask questions because they are looking for fundamental answers. The truth. Facts. And, at times, the person who responds cannot produce the answer. They say that they do not know. But what if the questions were all correctly answered? What then? What if the truth was known about everything? What if there were no lies? What then? What is truth?
When I read I see lines of water. Dispersed and tastefully arranged. They cradle me on. Sometimes I need them.
What would it take to write like Shakespeare?
Some have suggested that practice perfects almost anything. Some have said that by this anything can be achieved, geniuses are created. A writer is a writer. The publishers write, the people flick through. It is great to be a child. Cruel, as such, to know all answers.
Ridest thou the minds for art there no great wishes? I, the wisher, canst thou hear? A heart felt fool of jolly wisdom. And no sooner hath the gonner flown. Tongue tied.
I hear the bark - like a stony whirlpool, it has put me in limbo. Why indeed.