Wordme in The Thing

And like that, it’s back. This desire to just clack and click and see the word soup congeal into whatever it is. That is fine. Pasta for the masses. Pasta for me. Possibly some for you.
There was a point where my ambition in these matters was, well, ridiculous. The desire is there, but consistent failure and the way of the world has mercifully rounded that Edgey version of me.
Now, it’s just what it ever was- Words on a page.
That is fine. Words for the few. Words on me. If there desire is there, some for you.

And I do desire.