At Some Point

At some point:

at some point — writing happens, words appears, and the page is filled. Yet it still remains a mystery, of how their very absence holds the potential of their being written. There is no real process to this, words are always somewhat of a surprise to me.That for a moment I am just as empty as the page, waiting, and that words come completely on their own, unbidden, free of my demand. Words come from nowhere and simply make their presence known, subtle, easing to a sudden appearance. I serve as capacity in the same manner as the page, empty only for their arrival, providing meaning through my notice. A writers role is to only be aware.

at some point — everything happens on its own.

most of writing is waiting, and then arranging whatever words are given. Sometimes it happens quickly, a rush of words already in phrase, a whole page filled in one setting. Often it’s a single a word, and a paused stretched at length before another one appears. Patience is always key. At first a writer feels clever for their choices, words used and discarded, how they’re arranged in such a pleasing way. I’ve long since abandoned any claims of being clever. Words are a gift and not ones of my giving. I’m simply willing to wait for them, to give my time in faith of their arrival.