My writing is a flowing river, a fast moving stream of random objects through a racing current. My writing and worlds flow quickly and effortlessly, as if pulled by gravity. Words pour downstream with extreme force, but not everything in the water belongs. The words move so quickly and are scribbled with clouded thought, and at times things in the river that do not belong. At one point the spewing of water must be dammed so everything may be sorted and made sense of. I myself have to stop to breathe and make sense of the many ideas, so that only what makes sense can pass through. Trash does not belong in serene body of water, and only ends up being pollution. Once all the rubbish is filtered out, the writing is edited and picked apart for as long as it takes to attain pureness. The river is clean and everything is in it's place. Once I am finished, my piece can be admired for what it is supposed to be, a beautiful flowing river.

picture by The US National Archives