Words, words, words: to drown out all the clamour. Words: to distance me from the day just done.
Words: to hold what I struggle to grasp. Words: to contain the deluge.
When I write, I bring threads of experience together. I weave them as I want to. I weave and unravel and weave them again. I make and unmake pictures.
I begin to see. Sometimes I see my own world more clearly. Sometimes a fictional world begins to form.
Words: to work on, to play with, to polish. Contours appear in the writing and rewriting, changes in the light and in the shadow. I look out for patterns and listen for rhythm.
Words: to direct my thoughts through my hand and my pen, to shepherd them onto the page.
Words: to slow my thinking, to collect, to calm, to cool.
Tania Sickling 