I wrote again tonight. I resisted, but I sat down and wrote. Long Hand. Cursive, they call it. I guess because you curse when your hand cramps and your fingers get ink-stained. And writing long hand gives me a chance to think and consider a term or a phrase or a word.

But I wrote. It is powerful, like there are these people in my head who do exactly what I tell them to do. And they can be whatever I want them to be. Almost like fucking, because I have brought these sods to life.

It is amazing what standing back and letting go can do.