I guess that’s a good place to start. To try to pin down precisely how I would like to live the part of my life labelled 'writing'.
Well, I’d like the words to flow; like they did two nights ago when I scribbled down the post about questioning. It took one sentence in a book to set me off, and do you know what, I can’t remember for the life of me which of the five books I have beside my bed lit that particular blue touch paper. Or maybe it was Saturday's Guardian. Who knows, it doesn't matter a jot. I just want the words to flow. I want to go with the flow.
