I have an obligation to say what others may not feel comfortable saying. I have a need to create these parallels for others to relate to.
They told me it was a hobby, not a job. That I’d never get paid for writing. That I should go back and get a proper job with a pension plan and dental and stop trying to get paid for something I enjoyed doing.
There’s no time to overthink or to be concerned with proper grammar and spelling. Instead you write what comes to mind and in most cases share it with the group, which was intimidating at first, but as we became familiar with one another, it was more comfortable.
Greatness doesn’t come from a single great idea or Eureka moment. It comes from painstakingly borrowing other people’s work and building on it. We steal our way to greatness.
You’ll be forever immortalized in stanzas and paragraphs.
We’ve grown up on words of master storytellers who’ve weaved hopes and dreams and love into the fabric of our imagination. So pretend like you understand it, even though sometimes you may not.
Our lives are struggles, to bear witness, to speak out, to stand for something which we believe is worth standing for.
Sometimes, we have so many things to say when we write, but in front of the ones we love, we stop short with words.
“I’ve never wanted to write a book, I wanted to write. I wanted to write a hundred books.”
Writers are terrible at controlling their emotions, but they are experts at expressing them.