I’ve been poking at “Thou Art God”, a little bit of cosmic poetry, and I think I’m pretty happy with where it’s gotten to. I’m definitely happy that I’m meeting a deadline for a change. I’m just not sure how it happened.
Just about every day, I look at it, and think I have no freaking idea how I’m going to make this work. So I work on something else for a while, and words just pop into mind. Or I’ll start a bit of verbal sketching trying to capture the image I want to convey, and bits of phrases that I like seem to appear out of nowhere. That nowhere spot must be somewhere inside my mind, and that something that seems to be working must be hiding there. I call it my backbrain, usually, but that doesn’t explain how it works. All I know is that sometimes it does.
The mystery remains.
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