B O N D P H O N E.
Words and pictures by Chris Lamb.

Sitting in front of this blank screen at just past a little too early in the morning and wondering what to write. And then immediately after that wondering how that is even a question, how some part of my brain can keep reigning in my hands by cautioning "But we don't even know where we're going yet!" at the start of every day. I came to the conclusion the other day that writing about writing might be a way of keeping me in safe waters, but now I wonder if it is more of a hinderance to not allow myself to write about whatever the first impulse may be. That brings up another question: am I drawn to writing as a (ha ha) subject matter because it is safe, with no danger of stepping on any one's toes or getting into laundry I'd rather not air in public? I maybe I am, at least partly, and I think for now that's okay. I'm very much just starting, and very much still finding my way. To work yet another bit of awkward imagery into this, it's a bit like training wheels: you either take them off immediately or leave them on until the protection they offer becomes restraint. And really, honestly, I am getting tired of only coughing up reminders of what I'm doing every morning.

posted by chris  # 9:51 AM