Word Fever

I remember vividly my first attempts to corral scraps of words into a longer form piece.

It was over 15 years ago, in a north London cafe which managed to be both aggressively overlit and irremediably gloomy.

The words in front of me had emerged in little spurts, unbidden, like a sneeze in hayfever season. They seemed to arise from the act of walking in the morning, jogged and shaken into shape ready to be expelled. Rarely more than half a page at a time.

I would try to hold them in my head through to day, along with the wonderful feverish urgent itch, until free to let them out. Scratches on the page. A rattle of keys in a coffee bar on the way to the station.

It was a fever. Every cell would be infected with words, strings of words, multiplying in my head.

At least once that I recall I stopped, turned around, called in sick, to get the fit done and dusted while it was raging in me.

It was like being in love.coffee-147111_640

About JR Lawrence

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