Dipping my toe in the water

I want to write, write in sentences of burnished gold made luminous by their own intensity, like the winter sun that turns the tips of trees into molten sparks of fire... I want to write in a way that makes that slow sweet smile spread across your face, brings the meandering recognition that touches a vein of unexplored feeling in your heart... I want to write to make you chuckle, I want to see that glint of pure glee and realize that it was me who put it there!
It’s not easy to write, especially not like that. I don’t write unless an idea skitters across my mind and plants itself, headstrong, there; watered unknowingly and sometimes unwillingly … turns into an enormous gnarled tree that I suddenly discover has roots in every corner of my heart.
(Even when I do write, I write most often in long convoluted sentences you have to un-wrangle, that struggle within themselves to find meaning. Quite like me actually.)
I don’t often write, I am dragged kicking and screaming to my notepad, leaving scratch-marks every inch of the way, by that odd pensive feeling that attacks me sometimes and refuses to go away till I acknowledge it in writing..

This meandering serves a purpose... Much as it seems otherwise :D
Don’t expect a post often.
But when there is one… it will have roots in my heart... That much I can guarantee... if that’s sufficient to hold your interest... I’m grateful :) bouquets brickbats welcome... Who knows, I may grow to love the attention too! :D