Writing is like an emotion for me.
She comes and goes at random times and I can’t explain what triggers her, nor can I rely on her to make an appearance.
When she visits, she reads out the words as if they’ve already been written and I simply put them on the paper (or in my notes app LBH)
Sometimes I can imitate her, however the results are always average because she was never here.
Sometimes I beg for her to come and make our words dance but she simply doesn’t make a show. My paper and I wait patiently for her to return, my pen twitching nervously in my hand. We all know that we’re just going to have to wait for a spark of a good idea or a interesting experience to happen to us, so she can come back to the table and swooping us off our feet
These following entries are all her work. I hope you enjoy them as much I do.