Stories fill my head: they jump at me, scream at me, and stare at me. The only way to keep them out is by giving them shape, giving them form. I write them as fast as I can. Sometimes, writing them in the computer is not enough; they demand to be printed.
I am a slave to passing ideas and random thoughts.
1 comment:
have a small notebook with me to jot down any stuff that comes to mind.
nice blog.
post more.
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