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.
They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
I cannot believe how full my life is at this stage. Family, full-time job and every moment I can find, to squeeze in the best words I can to my column and my novel, has become overwhelming.
I have always been one to express that as writers, if we are serious, we can find the time to write at the edges of our lives. I take this crazy writing-thing very seriously. Because life and all it's joys and challenges are pushing to those very edges and beyond, I am setting priories.
Family first, job and writing.
My column is at the top of the word-stuff and then comes my WIP. To finish that, this blog, FB and blog commenting on the sites I adore, will have to be on hold.
These words, blatantly stolen from a great writer on a great agent's blog,
"Time Waits for no writer."
Happy and successful writing to all.
See ya after, "The End".