the face of addiction

I confess I have a habit; an addiction; an affliction. This addiction of mine rears up, pushes me on and leads me astray. I find it equal parts apposite, alliterative and assonant. I can’t help myself. I am drawn, inexorably, towards the mode, measure and metre of a triplet of concepts.

It is the rule of three.

Ever tempted down the triumvirate path of tripled terms. My writing is littered with amendments, alterations and additions dictated by the need to follow this rule of three.

Trios are more complete, more comely, more comedic.

Enough said.

Or perhaps too much.¶

jon m wilson Written by:

As half of the team behind, I am a serial starter of things, beginner of projects. I work in bits and in bytes, in words and paragraphs; I work in wood, metal, and paper, in fabric and in leather; I work in fits and in starts. Most of all I work intermittently and inconsistently.

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