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.




Saturday, November 12, 2016

The post recently entered here has been deleted because of consideration for traditional publication. I want to thank my writer-friends for their thoughtful comments. Though gratefully apreciated they will not be used.

This is kind of exciting actually.

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