Always thinking

It’s one of the things I like about writers…they are always thinking! A word, a phrase, a TV show with captivating monologues, movies with desperate characters – they all spark the imagination that lives within us and makes us go all warm and fuzzy. I think that’s what passion feels like – that gooey, fuzzy, warm-all-over feeling of loving something so much you can just feel it everywhere because it lives inside you. When that pours out onto the page, that’s ink-blood putting our souls on paper in words that become our babies – we mold them, hone them, encourage them to grow up and get out into the big world. We want others to hear them and say “my your words are wonderful – they are so lucky to have been borne of your blood, sweat and tears.” Only another writer knows the feeling – only another writer shares the painstaking process of bearing literary off-spring, any time of the day or night, any time of the year.

It’s okay. The passion never leaves you even though your words might.  It’s always there  – just conceive another plot and keep on pushing yourself to produce more and more. We get better with age so … keep on writing.

From one writer to another...just for you!

From one writer to another...just for you!


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One response to “Always thinking

  1. Twilla Boyce

    Thanks for the flowers! Very kind, indeed. I don’t think I’ve ever received tulips before. lol Yes, I often find myself “thinking”. That “thinking” that only writers are capable of. It’s a state of mind that borders on paranormal (sorry Karen). You cannot truly become a believer until it happens to you!

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