Coping Method

Watson writes.

He records things when he's contented, the paper filling up with inconsequentialities, all the small, ordinary minutiae of life in a neat efficient hand.

But that isn't writing.

Writing is what he does when he cannot sleep, when adrenalin and exhaustion and other even less salubrious emotions are fizzing through his veins, making the pen skitter and the words dance. Writing takes memories and spins them into tales, grand tangles of ink on sweat-stained paper, piling up until the candle gutters and dies and there is nothing left to do but lie awake, waiting for the unforgiving dawn.






Yet another prompt from Watson's Woes. Yes, they'll be coming all month.

Coping Method

Watson writes.

He records things when he's contented, the paper filling up with inconsequentialities, all the small, ordinary minutiae of life in a neat efficient hand.

But that isn't writing.

Writing is what he does when he cannot sleep, when adrenalin and exhaustion and other even less salubrious emotions are fizzing through his veins, making the pen skitter and the words dance. Writing takes memories and spins them into tales, grand tangles of ink on sweat-stained paper, piling up until the candle gutters and dies and there is nothing left to do but lie awake, waiting for the unforgiving dawn.






Yet another prompt from Watson's Woes. Yes, they'll be coming all month.