20 April 2008
The Writing Fairy

The Writing Fairy… the one that comes out of nowhere and brings you ease of writing on a tray like a servant and takes it away like God.
It seems to have a list of favorite spots to grace with its presence. Or are those my favorite spots? Picture me using my right index finger to push down (in that order) left pinkie, ring and middle as far as they’ll let me, as I list the following: E.U. … subway platforms… my own desk - very late at night when all means of communication have been turned down and turned down. When firm no’s and enough’s to the restlessness of city life have been splurgily distributed. And the collective desertion of the streets is viewed as welcome solitude and invited in even if only through the window which might be less dignified than coming in through the front door or even a back door, but still.
The Writing Fairy will always get its way. It’ll make its grand entrance… well, not really grand… subtle yet noticeable, and then take its leave collecting everything it brought with it. Everything, that is, but the words you manage to put down.

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