Writing for Free?
I saw this first on a wonderful writing website. Warning strong language.
Why do you write?
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.” Joan Didion I never made it back to the computer last night, after Continue reading Why do you write?
A Barren Nothingness
If I’m trying to sleep, the ideas won’t stop. If I’m trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness. ~Carrie Latet My quote would be when I’m in the middle of work at the cafe, the ideas won’t stop. When Continue reading A Barren Nothingness
An Amazing Journey
“The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours – it is an amazing Continue reading An Amazing Journey
Don’t Postpone Your Thoughts
Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience. Henry David Thoreau
Seeds, Glorious Seeds
I just got my seeds that I ordered from Thompson & Morgan and The Cook’s Garden. I started ordering them online because I have no control in the gardening store. All the pretty pictures start screaming at me, you need Continue reading Seeds, Glorious Seeds
Ireland-Where the Unexpected Constantly Occurs
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. Sigmund Freud (about the Irish) Ireland is rich in literature that understands a soul’s yearnings, and dancing that understands a happy heart. Margaret Jackson O Ireland Continue reading Ireland-Where the Unexpected Constantly Occurs
Be a Lifetime Learner
“Writing is making sense of life. You work your whole life and perhaps you’ve made sense of one small area.”Nadine Gordimer I guess this quote pertains to the fact that all writers are experts in something and maybe write what Continue reading Be a Lifetime Learner
Poem for National Poetry Month
“Sonnet 104” William Shakespeare. Public domain. Sonnet 104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the forests shook three summers’ Continue reading Poem for National Poetry Month