The writing process makes me laugh sometimes.
That I had to, that I must, write and wrestle getting words onto three notebook pages before I get to the one decent sentence I was trying to chase all day. The one sentence that silences me.
The one that makes me stop thinking for a bit, and then at once feel everything.
And then I stop writing, my left hand panting and out of breath.
That I had to be out of breath before my heart comes back to life.
This is funny.