Sunday, September 15, 2013

On Words and Butterscotch

Sometimes you write and the words flow like butterscotch. They stick to the page, sweet and bright
Butterscotch Candy Thanks to Wikimedia
as the sun. You could gobble them up, they are that delicious. And they gush through the open faucet of your imagination with such force that you think they might overflow. You've got to work fast to catch them all. 

And sometimes the words are like gum globbed to the sole of your shoe and each step forward through the story is a tacky reminder of the mess you’ve made. And you’ve got to scrape them free and try to turn them into a something palatable—an impossible task given what you’re working with.  You've got to throw most of  them out and begin again.

And you do begin again. Because you know the only way to find those elusive sweet butterscotch words is to keep writing, keep writing, keep writing. 

'Til Next Time



Big Mike said...

Hmmm, my favorite flavor, butterscotch.

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Jude Johnson said...

My dad loved butterscotch sundaes. And you're right, Ute. Those garbage bits are a total mess to try and work around.

Nikki said...

Doggonit, Ute, now I have to go eat some butterscotch. (When it's more like the old gum, I call it scutterbotch.)