shaking brains. eating olives. clickclickclick.
Writers love the sound of clicking. We like how inky expression feels when it spills from our instrument of choice; which we judge from qualities like weight, thickness, color and cap... I clicked a lot today. I started clicking around seven this morning. Pieces started coming together. I shook my head forgetting I had written a few pages hidden over here and greedily gobbled a couple more I had stashed over there. Tricky. I met a Greek man in...