April 1st, 2020

Peer over

Finding my writing style

It's like sensing an approaching wind. You feel it, ready your wings, and catch the current. And so you sail, watching the world pass below like a wandering stream. It's from this vantage that my soul observes, experiences, and seeks to put to expression.

It's like a weasel who catches the scent. The focused attention, the keen eye, and the unconscious draw of the scent. It's the pursuit that sets her white feet aflame, sends her racing through narrow passages and hidden places.

This is the kind of writing that I enjoy. It's a plot-less story, a moment in time that becomes an exploration. It's a place between experience and expression, description and depiction.