lost and found in the pauses

in the pauses

Writing is usually a matter of sitting with a blank sheet, a blank computer screen, and spreading words like seeds on a field.

Pause – reflect – write.

What is lost in the pauses? When we think, then write, what thoughts did we lose?

Thoughts can be like dreams: An insight is reached during a reverie, and – what was that again? What did I just realize?

What marvelous character just burst into being? What exotic adventure was I on? No, no, no, I’ve forgotten already.

But it was so real, so vivid, so vibrant, I could almost smell the desert air, feel the wet swamp atmosphere in my lungs …

What we memorialize in our art is just a glimpse of what we saw in our soul. That is the frustration. That is the miracle.

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WarrenBluhm

Wordsmith, journalist and podcaster, Warren is a reporter, editor and storyteller who lives near the shores of Green Bay with his wife, two golden retrievers, and a couple of cats.