Apologizing ahead of time for some typos and brevity today. Blogging from the back seat of a car and playing the denial game with some creeping motion sickness.
Most of us have thrown our demons on the page. I think they’re easier to manage and express when we force them through a pen tip – a keystroke – and people listen because of how universal the experience of pain is.
Pain is simple, though. Anyone can claim to have felt it, but the degrees get smudged when you paint it with a bit of creativity. People will connect with the work because we’ve all suffered – but the writing itself has a shelf life. You can’t write your demons forever, not without rephrasing a few poems.