My love of words

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Tricks of the tale


I wrote a little story last year. It was about music and its potential power and beauty. It explored the terrifying notion of how it might feel to exist without music in our world. It was a tender little piece. … it had magic, for all its lightness and air. It had depth.

One line

Some days, I wonder why I write stories. Is it to get published? Yep. Can’t deny that one. Is it to be read and heard, and maybe loved? Oh, yes. But why does it make me ache if I don’t?

Before too long

My first book. Beginning, middle, end. First draft, second draft, final draft. Darlings killed, darlings slayed. Done.

On the act of writing

Run your fingers over the keys. Oh, let’s just call it what it is. Caress the keys. It’s a slow dance of creativity and love.

Listen up

How are you going to capture my attention in this great flood of podcasts?

The well

When I open the big book of writing, there’s often a dank, mossy well to draw from. It’s deep and it’s far from pretty.

Form an orderly queue

The balance of keeping this world separate from that one. Of making time for the putting down of words, instead of the picking up of new ones.

House of film – The Black Rose

I’ve stood there. Same stones. Same sky. But that guy stood there too. He came out of his house of film and captured my world. And then he turned it around and showed it to me.

I REMEMBER

So, why am I angry? I’m angry for the way that we lost him. That we had to lose him at all. What I want to say here, falls apart. I stare at this paragraph and the screen blurs. It is futile and it is anger. It is loss.

Writing hack anyone?

At hour 11, just to keep pushing, I found myself writing when I had forgotten how to write a proper sentence. How can that be good for me? Because, despite that, I was still writing.

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