Caught
The other day, I was fed up with the loss of my Muse. I felt my career was pushing his beautiful presence out of my life. So, I did something about it. Here's what I wrote to all my comrades in arms:
While driving my car at 6:01 this morning, I heard a nasty growling sound right around the Thornton Parkway exit. When I realized it came from inside my head, and not from my car, I became a bit more concerned.
See, I like to write. It keeps the peace in my head and in my life. As fellow writers and readers, you understand. I don't need to explain how therapeutic writing can be; how it allows thoughts to breath and gives a place for emotions to live. Yet at the same time, I find myself not writing lately. Gee, I wonder why. Regardless, I feel like my creativity and effectiveness as a writer are decaying. The growling this morning cautioned me not to wait any longer. I need to write; and I know I'm not alone.
This is an invitation, a proposal, or a calling. Let's join forces and write; whether it be academic grant proposals, vignettes, memoirs, poetry, or just play free writes, let's get together and write. No formalities, no expectations, let's just create a safe place to explore the power of the pen.
And let's do it soon. Before the growling carrion of my writer's mind becomes a threat.
Much to my pleasure, I received equally enthusiastc responses. Such as this one:
My lovely Noe (not a Laura to Zivalgo, but...),
I concur to core of my pen, which would be the inky plastic part. My growling spilled out of my laptop the other night, leaped over onto my papers and before I knew it, it had sprung upon me, snatched my aching fingers in its ravenous jowls... and it grew too late to grade essays...but alas, it was a correspondence only, a short note, and the appetite was not satiated (and if that only involves thirst, then that was not satiated either). When shall we proceed, and how?
Do write.
Vechi (ahem, it's a pen name)
And then, of course, I get the interested smartass teacher, the one who gets me through the day:
Jessi-
Growl no more...carrion (20 points!).
I am game, whenever, however,etc...
Hang in there!
I can't wait to write.
While driving my car at 6:01 this morning, I heard a nasty growling sound right around the Thornton Parkway exit. When I realized it came from inside my head, and not from my car, I became a bit more concerned.
See, I like to write. It keeps the peace in my head and in my life. As fellow writers and readers, you understand. I don't need to explain how therapeutic writing can be; how it allows thoughts to breath and gives a place for emotions to live. Yet at the same time, I find myself not writing lately. Gee, I wonder why. Regardless, I feel like my creativity and effectiveness as a writer are decaying. The growling this morning cautioned me not to wait any longer. I need to write; and I know I'm not alone.
This is an invitation, a proposal, or a calling. Let's join forces and write; whether it be academic grant proposals, vignettes, memoirs, poetry, or just play free writes, let's get together and write. No formalities, no expectations, let's just create a safe place to explore the power of the pen.
And let's do it soon. Before the growling carrion of my writer's mind becomes a threat.
Much to my pleasure, I received equally enthusiastc responses. Such as this one:
My lovely Noe (not a Laura to Zivalgo, but...),
I concur to core of my pen, which would be the inky plastic part. My growling spilled out of my laptop the other night, leaped over onto my papers and before I knew it, it had sprung upon me, snatched my aching fingers in its ravenous jowls... and it grew too late to grade essays...but alas, it was a correspondence only, a short note, and the appetite was not satiated (and if that only involves thirst, then that was not satiated either). When shall we proceed, and how?
Do write.
Vechi (ahem, it's a pen name)
And then, of course, I get the interested smartass teacher, the one who gets me through the day:
Jessi-
Growl no more...carrion (20 points!).
I am game, whenever, however,etc...
Hang in there!
I can't wait to write.
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