the raven and the writing desk

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" "Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. "No, I give it up," Alice replied. "What's the answer?" "I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter. 

i like writing. i like having my thoughts spilled onto paper with black ink or charcoal pencil lead. i like making up people and magical lands where you can fly and the sea is a mass of lime jello.

writing has always been a big part of my life. i remember the first story i ever wrote {and the only story i've finished} was called The China Tea Set. four chapters long, four pages long, with an incomplete beginning and an incomplete ending. but i liked that book, because it was the first time that i expressed something i was passionate about. i expressed my thoughts.

sometimes it's not easy executing an idea onto paper. sometimes i have to walk away and do something else. clear my head. light my cupcake candle. daydream about peter/peeta/loki {had to}. but sometimes, it just all comes together. those inner sentences that may or may not make sense to the rest of the world, that's writing! that's me.

the question's been in my mind forever. have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk? i don't know. it doesn't make sense. but writing doesn't always have to make sense. writing can be jumbled thoughts; abstract. you style it the way you want.

do you like writing? what sort of things do you like to write about?

xoxo, 

jocee
{pea ess: the answer to why a raven is like a writing desk from lewis carroll himself: “Because it can produce a few notes, tho they are very flat; and it is nevar put with the wrong end in front!”}