I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.




Tuesday, July 30, 2013

What if

Never ever look into the face of unexpected opportunity with anything less than clear eyes and the thought of - what if this were my only chance?

3 comments:

  1. Then hit it straight on and believe.

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  2. Shout it from the rooftops it shitsta.

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  3. Seems you've made me think about something...do you have an email at which I can contact you? If you don't want to post it out here, just send it through the contact thing on my blog!

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