25 July 2011
What. Next ?
Those are the two words that dominate my thoughts. They hold my world in their hands, so much possibility, so much to do, so many ways to turn.
They are a constant stream in my Words Only Journal. The place where I am not allowed to sketch or plan or construct - where a simple basic pen and only my thoughts are allowed refuge. The place where my mind plays without bounds of expectation.
There was a time in my life when I thought I wanted to plan everything out and know how every step would be taken. Now I don't. I don't want to spoil the ending, I don't want to read ahead and ruin the plot, I don't want to loose the surprise.
Because its the surprise that gives that tiny pulse to the thought "What Next?"
And its that small pulse that builds to a full blown beat, insistent and overbearing in the most obsessive of ways.