“I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten – happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead after another.”  

Brenda Ueland

Stringing beads like a child in kindergarten.  Oh that I could write with that kind of attentive fascination, stinging one word at a time along the thread that ebbs and flows forming a line of words, a flexible flow, fringe thoughts stirring up and feeding my imagination.  Words that delight, that give the mind images to play with.

I always think of the quote that I read somewhere – “don’t tell me, show me”.

This is a child stringing beads is it not?

This bead, a red one perhaps, goes here, then two purple ones, or maybe a green one.  There may be yet just as likely, not be, a pattern, at least not a too definitive one at this point.  And it may change.  It will change.

This is the “just write” stage of the journey.  “Just string the beads.”

Rearrange them later, tomorrow, or next week. Let the pattern settle where the writer’s eye can focus and then…add, subtract, rearrange and see where the beads, the words land.  You will know when they have found their home.

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