Sometimes I write with wild abandon-- forging ahead without thinking. A flow. A bite. A long, long escalation. It's explosive.
Sometimes I write with thoughtfulness-- carefully constructing an arc of words that carry meaning and weight. I am left feeling satisfied, accomplished-- A completeness and afterglow achieved.
Sometimes I tease with a nip, a tip. I flirt with an idea, a notion and just barely touch it.
Sometimes I punch the words into submission-- forcing conception.
It's all writing. It's all good. I love it.
CW
Since this is a blog about words, can you write about what "euphemism" means next time you punch your words into submission?
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