And I wonder: what will it be like tonight? What will I write, what will I advent? The whole point of this exercise, this post tonight is to roll the dough out underneath my fingers and get it nice and thin. Roll out the creativity before me, get it nice and spread out before me so all I can see are my words and my worlds and then I can begin to etch them out of the vastness before me.
The point is to take it all and cast my normal everyday aside so I can pull from the depths of myself and find my characters waiting to show me what they've been up to since I was away and where it is all going to go someday.
I feel the waves begin to crash further into the shore. The tide is still coming in. Soon it will falter and the tide will begin to wash back out. I must ready my vessel, so I can ride out with the going tide and sail upon the waters in this brisk beautiful moonlight. The stars above will guide me.
And so it goes, and so it goes. And so it will always go.
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