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I LOVE quotes. I love how a few lines can alter our perception, change our perspective, lift us up, or lead to a eureka! moment.
I love the magic in words.
Writing means revealing oneself to excess … This is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why even night is not night enough. … I have often thought that the best mode of life for me would be to sit in the innermost room of a spacious locked cellar with my writing things and a lamp. Food would be brought and always put down far away from my room, outside the cellar’s outermost door. The walk to my food, in my dressing gown, through the vaulted cellars, would be my only exercise. I would then return to my table, eat slowly and with deliberation, then start writing again at once. And how I would write! From what depths I would drag it up!
What joy for writing leaps from his words!
It reminds me of my twenties when I wrote for no one but myself. Hunkered down in a cross-legged trance in front of a crackling fire, candlelight dancing into the wee hours, new worlds and ideas unfurled; I couldn’t fight the flow, nor go a day without creating.
I was extra-proud of the permanent ink smudging my left hand and treasured the callus on my middle finger where the pen rested religiously.
It’s not as if I’ve lost that love, or lost that feeling. However, when a writer begins to write with publication in mind, it can be difficult (if not impossible) to hold on to those same freedoms.
So, on that note, Writers, I ask you take this vow with me:
I will never let aspirations of publication rob the unadulterated joy I feel when I write.
Until next time, dream big and write your heart out!
*Exclamation points used on purpose. I happen to like exclamation points.
Honking at you from Query Road,
Me, who else?