It is not easy to write it all out. To know where to begin. To find the right starting point.

Most days your head is like a big steel bucket full of  jumbled up words. And when you 

do choose one to begin with, you find that you cannot seem to find a match for it. The words 

can come out broken too and even the letters might  appear strange, jagged and crooked on the

white page.

But you are desperate. Believe me. Desperation means that you have to start somewhere.

With slim pickings you attempt to piece them together with a belief that they will begin to take

on 

a smooth and fluid appearance. Before you know it a picture emerges, a gradual unravelling of

the

knots you perceived were there and all of a sudden the sentences rest on the tilled page as  

fragile as

seedlings planted in cold, hard soil.  

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