Rough Draft
My handwriting lives by the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest is thoughts are travel a treacherous railway through the a mountain pass of my thoughts.
Every Each scratch mark Every revision is an abandoned line a derailed train of thought, not an absolute wreck, but a place where the co rails have buckled. Sometimes leaving a twisted, rusting hulk of an abandoned sentence. Other times allowing the train to go in a new, more interesting direction.
Oh dear. It seems I stutter on paper too!
October 20th, 2007 at 11:04 am
Apparently, trains are your monkeys.
October 21st, 2007 at 11:59 pm
The thought had occurred to me as well.
We’ll just have to wait and see if the trains run on any sort of schedule.