Description can seduce a reader into a fantasy fuelled lust, eventually leading to love, if you craft your paragraphs carefully enough.
I never want to write about what Jane said to Jill and then how Bob felt about that. That kind of writing phyically irritates the fingers I use to tap out those shallow sentences to the point I fear a violent rash might break out. I know it’s strange that today I’m writing about writing, but I don’t really do anything else with my life at the moment, apart from work and my boyfriend. Who by the way, I still hesitate to call my boyfriend.
Writing is my get away car at the moment. Not that I’m really trying to run away anymore. I’ve foolishly fallen into one of those teenaged traps, that leave me imagining a future far from what I know to be the most likely probability. But thats okay, I’m currently very much enjoying my cage.
But I still use writing as my rope and lifeline through whatever reality I’m currently exploring. Maybe this lifestyle will last forever, maybe not. Probably not actually, especially if I’m so on the fence about my happiness. Defiantly not helping myself out here.
I write to share the most authentic version of my inner monologue possible. I write so my thoughts can slip through the filter and onto the page, their preferred cage. And my inner monologue, my waterfall of ideas and reasons to keep striving for the most fulfilled survival I can find wants absolutely nothing to do with Jane and Jill and how say they feel.
Description is what makes my heart beat faster. For instance, write now as I write this paragraph, the rain is dripping comfortably down one of the double glazed panes of glass, in the back belly of my local library. The wifi connection is shaky in this room and there are signs everywhere that proclaim in bright colours that the library is not to blame if some twat leaves their computer to get stolen. I’m holding in my pee and trying not to put to much pressure on my bladder because at the start of this morning, I downloaded a class timetable app and scheduled in my writing time as a yellow highlighted and very important.
I can pee at 11 o’clock, until then I will watch the rain and work towards turning my thoughts and feelings into art that everyone but most importantly myself, can enjoy.