Random écritures...

Writing by screenlight, now that late into the night is only 8:28, still brings me back to days of unlimited imagination. I miss freely writing without caring about quality or word choice. I miss overdone plot lines, too many plot lines, too many characters to keep track of.

Mostly I miss having an audience. There's only so much one person can laud and critique.

I miss villians with no motive but greed. I miss fanfic without accusation of plagiarism. I miss plotlines that made no sense at all, even at the time, and loopholes and breaking the fourth wall.

And then I look back and think, why did I ever do any of that?

And I answer myself, Because I wanted to.


She plays with heat:
Tries not to put the steam out.
Lights matches
and puts them in tea lights
to melt the fuel
as she steeps the chamomile.
Smiles.
Small flames ignite her.