The Words
The clock seems to move in slow motion. Tick Tock Tick Tock. The hands click every time they move. I sit and write. My notebook fills with words. They come like an ocean, ebbing and flowing. I look the page over and grab my big eraser. Now I barely have any writing on the page. I begin again. I write slowly and time seems to drag on. All of a sudden I think of an idea. The words start to flow again but faster this time like a rushing river. I write quickly. Faster and faster until finally the page is full. I read over it. I am finished. I finally have the right words.
I do this a lot, too! Especially when I don't know how to start something.
ReplyDeleteIt's tough to know whether you're writing something worth sharing. And now you have showed a feeling that every writer has had, Sophie. Thanks!
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