I can not keep still.
The release valve is opened and my kettle starts to boil;
imagination flowing out of my head and into the world.
The next moment is a surprise.
Thoughts from the past rise organically without prescription;
Ideas are strung to fill an infinite space, constantly changing until the materials become apparent.
These I split, saw, file and grind until a story emerges; its chapters decided intuitively.
Through diversity a creature forms; to be trimmed, assembled, glued, and, sometimes, part discarded.
This new character, once born, is forever responsible for itself;
Its nature allowing it to connect, to hold, to embrace, and attract.