In the realm of creativity, one is more likely to produce a masterpiece by producing volumes of works than putting all efforts into creating the perfect single work. This knowledge gave me the freedom to create without the oppressive specter of perfection constraining my output. I write most every weekday before starting my workday. It’s […]
I write as an act of slowness. ~Terry Tempest Williams Writing is my soul breathing, my soul sustaining itself by masticating on nourishing imagination. Inhale inspiration. Exhale creation. Slowly in. Slowly out. Inhale inspiration. Exhale creation. Slowly in. Slowly out.
I want to write in the form of migrating geese like an arrow pointing South toward a direction of safety. ~Terry Tempest Williams My favorite arrangements of words are those that share information wrapped in poetic phrases, those with the ability to paint dry text information with meaningful imagery. It is an ability with the […]
I feel as though whenever I create something, my Mr. Hyde wakes up in the middle of the night and starts thrashing it. ~Criss Jami I am not a good sleeper. I have trouble falling asleep at night, difficulty sleeping through an entire night. I may have a bit of apnea contributing to the difficulty […]
I love writing the first time, feeling the rush of words beneath my feathered wings carrying me skyward without expending energy. Floating at dizzy heights. I sight my prey, the story from end to end, with the clarity of Hawk’s vision. I fold my wings. Full stoop. Descend at breakneck speed. Talons piercing the story. […]
Line after line, the author of those pages had, without being aware of it, documented his own descent into madness. ~Carlos Ruiz Zafón If I am becoming mad, if I am taking step after descending step into lunacy, it is thoroughly documented for I regularly commit soul to paper. And I have left extensive online […]
I am overwhelmed by the taste of words. ~Clarice Lispector I feel sad for people who cannot, or chose to not taste words, savor the flavor of words strung together. I feel sorry for those who read a poem and see only words, disconnected syllables, people who miss the spice that tingles the tongue, the […]