Words come to me in fits and starts, an image here, a memory there. Rarely when it’s convenient. I’ve taken to keeping my Notes app open on my phone while I drive so I can dictate hands-free. Even then, I’m not sure I capture anything worth the capture. I throw down a line but have to focus on the driving—better to lose the thought, or be unable to finish it, than to have it be my last on God’s earth. I get home and have only a collection of disjointed notes, nothing I’ve yet been able to build into anything better. Continue reading →