I’ve been very dotty lately, like so…
And I do it wrong, I know. Guess what? I don’t care!
I don’t like to use a period and three dots with spaces. If my thought is drifting, if the sentence trails vaguely, then why would I use a mark designed for finality?
I wouldn’t. So there you go.
My thoughts feel unfinished these days, as if there is more, or should be… as if I’ve failed to grab onto the essential element of a concept, polish it, and present it to my readers in compact shining glory.
I’ve been writing a lot, here and there. A few pomes, bits of editing, fresh scenes. That’s a good thing. Not enough though, never enough.
I feel a restless compulsion to attend to All The Things, as if time is running out.
Because it is.
But there is just so much. So much to read, absorb, understand… tear apart with eager claws and reassemble in a jagged collage.