Sometimes I kind of know what I want to write next, but I just can’t get there. No amount of sitting, or thinking or typing seems to get to what I’m trying to say.
That’s when I know I have to go find the words.
I don’t really look anywhere — not in books or at things. I look inside me.
I walk and think about what I wrote last.
I have a mental conversation with myself in which I wait while patiently while I try out ways I might explain what I’m trying to write.
First one phrase comes.
Then another builds on that one.
Soon I have a bit more.
In a while, I’m in a hurry to get back to the keyboard to get it all down, because I have the words to write with again.
