The only hiccup, bump in the road, and stumbling block that comes with being at peace is that there is literally nothing to convert from thoughts to prose. The idea is to just let the words come out with no signs of straining or doing the most. No need to rhyme; no desire for them to be clever. They just need to come to the surface...like they used to before. They may come slowly, or immediately, but they would always come. Always.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
To be continued...
Photo by Kristin Corrine Loy
1/19/11 @ 12:45 A.M.