When you gotta go....

The diff between me and a True Writer (and I never use the word True ever or so lightly) is that when a writer has to write, they write. They have a pen, a pencil, a cell phone and they jot, note and then RETURN to their thoughts, notes, jots and GROW them BIG and STRONG!

Like Chachi, bless his heart. He dwells and ponders and enscribes his glimmerings. When he has to write, he writes it DOWN and OUT. That is KEY.

Me, I am all meta, I THINK about noting them down and growing them and then I let them slip out of my fingers to slither right back down the tendrils of my synapses where they resume latency.

Snap of there, I scream inwardly and here in this blog.

Hence I have devised a plan to lure forth and trap those notions that idle and spark and fizzle and that I do not note down and track to their conclusion like True Writers Do who when they have to Write, they Write.

A crafty plan involving a balcony and a Flowering Plant that would dwarf my world so much so that I would have to write my way around it.

What in the world am I talking about? If I knew I would finish this idea, but I won't so as to tempt me to finish/conclude it later, as a brave gesture toward True Writing.