I admire open people. People who can just say everything and anything on their minds.
I’m not that kind of person. Nan moetteh. I can’t do it.
My head is the incognito tabs on your phone,your passworded chats,the things you tell your best friend turned therapist whenever you dial her number.
My head is sacred. My mind is my safe place-well,until they get on ahead to invent mind readers. I think I’ll be really done then.
So tell me how you do it. How do you pick up that pen, that phone,that laptop and let go?
I really want to know.
Now don’t get me wrong. “I thought your head was your safe space. Has it gotten uncomfortable?”
No. It never has. It probably never will. But then. I’m dying to write something down. For myself.
I don’t want to be a sub-par writer. And I hear the best writers evoke feelings from the readers.
So tell me, how do you do it?