I write and then I write some more. I can’t stop. Thoughts flow out. Fingers click on the keyboard. I don’t have the bandwidth at the moment to write a novel. Neither a novella. On the television show Jane the Virgin was focused on her writing career while trying to figure out who was her true love. Turns out she had two. Each for a particular moment in time. Thus, at the end she had a telenovela in the making.
I, on the other hand, write snippets. Sometimes all my snippets for a week go together. It is not planned. It’s just what’s on my mind.
Yesterday marked 1,000 straight days of writing. That seems a bit intense. Yet, it wasn’t. One day, perhaps, I can gather them all and tell a more linear coherent story. But that wouldn’t be fun.
For now, if I have to note a theme for the past week or two, it would be to leave the past behind. Break things. Rebuild. Find new meaning. Put new frames onto the windows of the world.