Automatic writing

Half an hour or so. No easy access to a keyboard, but plenty of paper – and two new pens, should I need them. So just write. No reason to – apart from the obvious: today’s post.

There are words. There are always words. Amazing – should I stop to think about it – how many words. How much head chatter. How much of it goes unheard. Unheeded.

I suspect that if I stop ignoring it – or trying to ignore it – the voice will get heard. Will get to say what it wants to say.

And stop.

So I’m taking dictation – after a fashion. And it’s getting listened to. Being read.

Relief. It’s all going quiet. Not exhausted. Just empty. Nothing left unsaid that needed to be said. Just the next thing. And the next.

And the next.


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