“Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home.” -Anonymous.
I should tweak this statement to read, “Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she writes, she is home.” There’s no question about this. It’s very, very true. Often, I have people ask, “How can you write books?” They do not have a concept of having a book inside of you, and I can’t begin to imagine this horror. My stories are inextricably woven into every fiber of my being and soul. If I didn’t have the company of the stories that live inside me, I could not imagine my mental state. The character of poets Davis Cooper and Margarita Black in the book Woodwife by Terri Windling talks about being a poet is hard-wired. (This is one of my ALL TIME FAVORITE BOOKS IN THE UNIVERSES!) It’s so very true. The stories are hard-wired and woven into our synapses and flesh. When they unravel and come out through our fingers and become the written word, it can sometimes be a relief as it lets a new story push further to the surface to be released.