Sometimes I feel words stirring below the surface of my mind, little word minnows darting about, seeking to join together into sentences and paragraphs.
Now and then a phrase jumps out, flashing silvery in the wan mind-light, before splashing down and wriggling under the surface again, leaving rippling rings of thought and inspiration.
Over time, the fish will either die off, from lack of attention-food, or grow more and more active, until the thought-pool froths with painful, furious activity, a school of words leaping out of the pool, yearning for freedom.
I feel the imperative – I must trawl this word-bounty before it escapes.
Feverishly I scoop the word fishes up and gobble them down, transforming them into words on paper or into electrons, memorializing their life in swirls and sigils.
Spawn and swim, little word-fish. I am grateful.
Steve – It’s cool how tunaed you are to the inner workings of your brain. Thanks for codifying them for us.
I may flounder at times…