These are not words that are often said to me. I’m a slow thinker. The electric pulses don’t snap in my skull, rather they ooze like thick lava on a barely inclined plane. This is why I became a writer. A writer can take a long time. Write, read, re-write, read, edit, read, re-write. It can take me twenty minutes to send a short email. This blog has taken more than a week.
I think most blogs are the work of clever, quick-thinking people. Not this blog. If you notice I haven’t posted anything for several weeks, it’s because the lava hasn’t descended far enough. Pumice is worth the wait. Isn’t it?