Throwing Muses - "Two Step" (7)

A lag time between what I write on paper and typing onto a screen. Word floods, via a pen, and I can't write fast enough - but something occurs in transcription that needs time. I think I understood this, even before my 9 post challenge (which strikes me as sort of silly now). It's not on my terms - language isn't - the words find me originally, and then again when a spiral falls open to a page or whatever; I type them into notepad, then save and leave them. From there, I visit - not changing things much, if at all - so much as adding -expanding or rearranging to where they want to go - the way roots spread - or spills travel. And I do this until they feel done - not me with them, so much as vise versa - they just don't need me anymore. Then I post. However odd it sounds to express, it's the process - but one I have to at least be attentive to. That is what quit. That's what I quit doing - and it's what I'm reminded of now. Still, I will stay with this - and post things before they are ready (or ripe), but both they and I, I think, would have been better for being allowed the grace to develop according to something more mysterious - and organic - than a quota. Deadlines can be lifelines - but not always.