Style

What is my style?

Intuitive.

Once I progress beyond that I get into trouble. I bog down with a sense of my own self importance. I get lost in the details that seem to explode like one of those ascending sticks magicians have that they tap and flowers shoot up, turning into a bouquet. I lose interest in my own subject matter and all spontaneity becomes a paranoid gap between the keyboard and my runes.

Yes runes! I have a little sack of rocks that edit everything I write. If they come out right side up, all is well. If they land wrong side up, I rethink, rewrite, sometimes scrap whole pages, whole days worth of work.

I write a sentence and pull a rune or I write paragraphs then pull a rune. There is no set pattern, no special time. Whenever I feel insecure about how something is going I need something to turn to for support and encouragement. I need it even more if something seems really good to me. I would drive a person nuts with this kind of insecurity.

I'm not gracious about it either. I shout at these runes when they give me answers I don't like. I've even been known to curse at them! A real person would have walked out on me years ago. Yes, they've been around for years and years.

Some people don't step on cracks, or drive down alleys when black cats cross in front of them. I don't send out anything I write without asking my runes if it's okay.