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.
Thursday, December 21, 2017
Old, new and and on your way
When we keep in mind that we can’t change the past and can’t predict the future why do we even examine that which has come before and that which lies ahead.
Well… that’s what people do this time of year so here’s my take on the old going out and the new coming in.
Personally big changes took place at my end. Retirement from full-time to part-time at my nine to five and no more column deadline. (Committed to finishing a book.) Life could not be better. Family is everything and wonderful.
Having said that, let me add this for my writer friends who have never been published and dream to be. As we all know, dreams don’t get us where we want to go, hard work and determination do. Here’s a few suggestions
Do write with eyes open and mind attuned.
Don’t get caught up in trends, make your own.
Do let learning be you’re your pathway.
Stay true to your core.
Do follow the bedrock rules. Writer’s arrogance is poison.
Don’t follow all the rules. Break them wisely.
And, like a toddler, look forward with wonder, get back up after you stumble and take naps. Naps are a writer’s classroom.