Some of the Privileges of Writing and Research
I owe much of my research skills and plots to other writers, bookstores, and libraries. It is on the wisdom of others that my words make my worlds.
I owe much of my research skills and plots to other writers, bookstores, and libraries. It is on the wisdom of others that my words make my worlds.
There are days when I want to write, but the ideas and words have walked away from my brain.
It’s one of those days when I wonder about my life purpose, role on this planet, and life itself. I have always thought of people (and I should probably include other organisms in this thought) as being in small bubbles. My theory is that we bump, merge, and break apart in freedom to float through our lives. I
I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty.
“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.”