My mind is a forest fire.
True love can beat any storm no matter how rough the sea is, true love sails through it
There has always been a need for me to create with word combinations belonging only to me.
Writing and creating are a lot like making a special kind of sauce. It takes time. Put the flame low. Slowly stir in each ingredient. Real slow. Take your time. The real magic happens in the process. There is only one other thing I can think of thatβs like writing and creating. Itβs Love.
Writing is architectural. Letters become words, and words become sentences, and sentences become paragraphs, and paragraphs become chapters and chapters become books.
Brain Child. Making up stories from my brain since 1986.
If you can't talk about it, Write about it!
Why I write is to spark dreams.
Writing is as much about painting a picture as anything Van Gogh or Picasso ever did. For writers, description is our brush and words become our paint.
Itβs not what you look at that matters, Itβs what you see.
What you tell yourself as the result of abuse is usually worse than the real truth.
We cannot do for others what theyβre unwilling to do for themselves.
Reading to understand and writing to be understood.
Weekends were made for writing.
The silence of the pen is only made louder by the sound of the ink running dry.
There's power in a pen.
Writing poetry is a passion, ignited by thoughts, fueled by ink. A way to travel through another mind, where souvenirs of tears are tucked away inside your soul. Or leave you with smiles for miles, depending on which route you go.
Inspiration is the timid beast that comes to your open hand once youβve fallen asleep having given up trying to coax it from its hiding place.
Dance on a white page to reveal your passionate perception of inner madness.
Writing is dreaming with your eyes open β and your heart on fire.