“I found I could not not let the words flow.”
“Writing without words? Its not easy, I tell you! I stab the pen into my heart and let the blood flow. No more ink, no more words, no more b.s. Just me.”
“What?" It was a good word. Like a rock in a river, sticking up to let you land on it, so you could make your way across the flow.”
“Never take yourself too seriously. Learn to let go and let the words flow.”
“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way... things I had no words for.”
“I appricated that Nell was talking to me like a grown-up, but I had no idea what she meant. Still, I could see that the words flowed together like water over a riverbed.”