Words just never do listen; they say what they have to say and then just sit there, arrogant, unwavering, refusing to be ignored. And whether calculated or careless, random or refined, they have this power to bring a shift, a break, an absolute demolition to the stability of one's identity.
Yes, freakish and delusional as it may sound to those who don’t write, I have come to recognize the truth about all of those characters, plot-lines, and zippy snippets of dialogue that come to me at the most random, unexpected times. They aren’t going anywhere until I bring them to life on the page. They won’t stop whispering, pinching, poking, nudging and harassing until I give in.