writing

Sometimes, writing is like conducting a skilled orchestra, where they get quiet when you do that hunched-down thing, then get loud when you do that hold-your-hands-up thing. But other times its more like shucking corn, and they’re all those really tough ears. Yet other times it more like spreading a butter substitute over warm homemade bread. And still other times like having a meal with long lost relatives, you dread it, like it a little while your there, but want to have a good long time before you do it again.