The true genius shudders at incompleteness – and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.
Edgar Allan Poe
I’ve found myself reading a little more these past few days. I guess reading about reading at least. I’ve always tried to write myself and although I can and have, what I struggle with is natural sounding dialogue. Which can be a bit of a problem. So I’ve been studying a little on how some of my favourites get started. I love language, the way it sounds and its ability with delivery to incite passion…
Flip the coin over however…
A little more and more every day I feel my dream slipping just that little bit further out of grasp. If I could pause aspects of my life, the way my entire life has been paused for the past few years I know I could make this work. The only way now seems to be more debt. Approaching heartbreak and standing at the top of the spiral.
(Anyone know what the orange symbol on the right means on a Citroen C4 2009?).
