No Write is Wrong

I read something.

I witness something.

I experience something.

Something bothers me.

Something puzzles me.

Something delights me.

Something angers me.

It’s always something.

I catch it

sometimes like a lightening bug in a jar

sometimes like a butterfly partially in a net

sometimes like a frog that wiggles free.

I label it.

A title.

A concept.

A phrase.

Then I put it in a pot on one of the far back burners of the commercial sized stove in the back of my head.

When it’s ready or almost ready I serve it to paper or screen.

I plate it and perhaps only move something around if it’s a lightening bug.

I add another ingredient or two and perhaps a few spices if it’s a butterfly.

I sprinkle the pieces of its essence and water it until it grows if it’s a frog.

That’s what works for me.

My way isn’t better.

Neither is yours.

My way isn’t wrong.

Neither is yours.

My way works for me.

Maybe not for you.