Ellé Bell Café
|Posted on October 24, 2015 at 4:15 PM|
The truth is, there is just something about writing, unspoiled by the spoken word, vocal inflections or interpretation. Thought in it's purest form. When they were younger, my kids would love to hear me spin a web of tales to engage and enthrall a rebelliously weary 6 year old at bedtime, but only some of my stories can be told in that way.
Most of those things tip toeing through my head are more vibrantly formed and able to be transferred pretty accuartely into an active imagination without a physical voice playing the thought along. The energy that would have been spent to muster a whisper to speak the thought is better spent silently typing out the tales to immediately engage the imagination point blank, painting potent and extraordinary tales of charm, wonder and amazement. These thoughts are not as easy for me to speak out in words, like prose to a stolen audience during late Saturday afternoon tea time, with tiny plastic tea cups and stuffed animals set up in what is the feather-boa wrapped splendor of a creative four-year-old. I am an adult now, so to those childish thoughts I must say,"shhh... ". I cannot waste my time with speaking nonsense. It is better, instead, to let my written words sneak out of the magical gate that is the flashing blue cursor on this computer screen, as the lookout gives the silent wave, signaling "run" to all the words that eventually finally ended up skidding, sliding and summersaulting their way onto this page with each tiny keyboard clickety-clack ...in the middle of the night ...while the rest of the house lie silently sleeping...
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