Peering back

So now I’ve set up the machine to point me towards the page. I can even rant and rave into it like an madman and some semblance of what I’ve said will be peering back at me in a matter of seconds.

Just to look at some tools brings about the reverie. The manic instances when the words and phrases came naturally, thick and fast, without the sickly clinging yearning, doubting.

And yes, it’s finding the slowest possible path from the conception to the transcription that will bring me back to life. That and perhaps a dash if camaraderie and accountability. And of course momentum.

There is the thrum now. The pulse. The best. Thanks be to God. When word finds purchase.