WRITING BEGETS WRITING (# 74,949)

So that’s how an amputee feels. No arms to type when thoughts flood the mind. Just a backlog of wannabe brilliance curdling in the head, mouth and heart. But when the arms return, we see why we also refer to weapons as arms. The action is a rapid fire process. The imagination is the ammunition. Every punch of a key sends a Mexican wave of confidence to its neighbour. The keys sit up like begging pups awaiting a pat on the head. The secret to writing anything good is to write anything. Nothing begets nothing. Something begets something. Everything begets everything.

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