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 LIGHT-BULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life, is the name of my memoir/essay collection with why I wrote what I wrote and what happened after. They were published once and as every writer knows, once is not enough.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Sunday, September 22, 2013
There are writers whose words will never be published, never read, never discovered by eyes other than their own. The words will drift from mind to page secretly, like a whispered prayer for no one else to hear but God. And for some, that's the way they want it.
But this is not about that writer. This is about the one with the desire to be read and recognized for that, which she does alone.
Are you afraid of being read or of being unread?
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
|My beautiful boy asleep on the couch|
What do you want added to this day's page a year from now?