I lay on a couch today and spoke into air. We writers see words and worlds in words, pluck them from the air, make shapes with them and coax meaning back from nothing. I haven't yet made words of Sophie not having seizures, not really, nor her smile, her strange panting, a dinner without violence, a morning without dissociation. Or I have made words, strange world words, and as writers know, words only float, rarely settle, rarely shape themselves into meaning except for the absurd. Then they are insistent. The moon rose over a building right in the middle of the arms of a tree, and I only had to notice it.
The words are coming. Now you are doing the noticing. That's an essential part of writing too. Let it wash over you, let it float above your head, just as you are doing, in wonder.
ReplyDeleteYes, what Angella said.
ReplyDeleteYou are tumbling the rocks smooth in the river before you begin building with them.
And I can't help wondering if Sophie is making words inside her head. XO
ReplyDeleteI agree with Denise, I am most curious about Sophie's world and words!
ReplyDeleteSophie made a painting? Where? Can we also see it?
ReplyDeleteYour beautiful writing voice is another kind of painting......better than hanging it on a wall. I am glad you wrote them and I got to notice them today.
Nope! No painting. She pants -- literally. I have no idea what it is --
DeleteD'oh! so sorry! I misread your sentence, misread "pants" as "paints"..... But a few more minimum seizure months, and who knows .... ?
DeleteI usually can't write things that are immediate, I have to write them from a distance. Some events I can process and distance myself from right away, but others take time. This dreamy place is a good one.
ReplyDeleteOh! I send a wordless hug that - if it were to convey the depth of my appreciation for you in this world - would be eloquent.
ReplyDeleteWow. That is gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteYes. Just yes.
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