So visceral. The sounds and images are described in a fresh way and yet they were resonating in my head. Your writing reminds me of when I write using my "magic eye" theory. So you know those magic eye images we were obsessed with in the late 90s, early 00s? You unfocus and look through the image until the hidden image appears. And that's what your writing reminds me of, I can feel that you were in that flow state they talk about, where you barely know how the words are getting from your mind to the page. I'm not sure if that makes sense but it's the only way I know to describe it. Thank you.
It makes complete sense & I’m honoured to have this work described that way. The flow state is my practice; where I practice being whenever I sit down to write. It’s a magic place to be. It’s what I live for. It’s why I write. Thanks Jo.
Oh! I was right there, trapped in the the hall with them... "I don’t know who she is or where she’s from but have I asked that of the others? The Griffin with blue blood dripping whose beak clack-clacks and tail slaps? The Fairy Sprite whose table, quill and candle hover with her? The Angel so large we only ever see its feet? Except yesterday as I sat and watched it crouched with her, huge and gentle, its face came into view and I had to look away." I love this one,Eleanor.
So visceral. The sounds and images are described in a fresh way and yet they were resonating in my head. Your writing reminds me of when I write using my "magic eye" theory. So you know those magic eye images we were obsessed with in the late 90s, early 00s? You unfocus and look through the image until the hidden image appears. And that's what your writing reminds me of, I can feel that you were in that flow state they talk about, where you barely know how the words are getting from your mind to the page. I'm not sure if that makes sense but it's the only way I know to describe it. Thank you.
It makes complete sense & I’m honoured to have this work described that way. The flow state is my practice; where I practice being whenever I sit down to write. It’s a magic place to be. It’s what I live for. It’s why I write. Thanks Jo.
Oh! I was right there, trapped in the the hall with them... "I don’t know who she is or where she’s from but have I asked that of the others? The Griffin with blue blood dripping whose beak clack-clacks and tail slaps? The Fairy Sprite whose table, quill and candle hover with her? The Angel so large we only ever see its feet? Except yesterday as I sat and watched it crouched with her, huge and gentle, its face came into view and I had to look away." I love this one,Eleanor.
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