I’m lazy, I think. Not sure how to start. Anxious. I’ve lost my voice, a writing bronchitis. Is it true? Feels true.
TV-ice cream-popcorn-crackers and butter. No food can solve it.
I invite myself to try a drabble, 100 words, a world revealed. It’s concise, convergent, perfection. Will I fall for this drabble?
Is my voice – usually expansive, indulging jokes and tangents – to be found within 100 words? It’s about the invitation. How do I entice myself in? How do I leave behind the drama in my mind – the anxiety, the food, the chastisement can be so reassuring – to risk something new?