It’s only words: no pressure

words are your tools by which you make your magic, pull threads and construct portals to imagination; words are the invisible wires that move ideas and thoughts and scenes from here to there. Words are what move from the page into a reader’s brain and deeper into consciousness to conjure images and sights and smells and sensations and memories and feelings and desire; something, anything to make the reader say YES, I will go with you, wordbraider you; I will go with you and learn, be entertained, be troubled, be outraged, be saddened, be amused, fall in love, fall in hate, fall into mystery, fall into history, be sci-fied away from today: I, reader, agree to go where you lead, on the windride of words that you, writer offer.

I dunno about you, but I feel NO pressure whatsoever to find the right words. None.

 

 

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About FS

Toronto, Canada. Writing about slices of life, the moments and minor details of which come into awareness or out of imagination and the spaces inbetween. On hiatus from writing anywhere else but here ... at least for now.
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