I left Mr Minty in charge on Tuesday evening after my tooth extraction. The lounge carpet is now buried under various train sets, discarded kids clothes and a blue parrot puppet . They had a dial-a-pizza for tea.
The hole in my gum is preferable to the abscess that was forming. The short term pain is worth it after weeks of discomfort.
I sometimes think my writing is like an abscess. My freewrites are like drawing out poison. I scribble the words down whether they make sense or not. Later I examine the words, rearrange them, take some out and I have something interesting.
Writing is like any other art form, you start with an idea and you chip away at it, sanding, smoothing and finally polishing. I get it now and can’t believe I didn’t before.