Literary endeavour opens doorways — to the soul (however you wish to define it), the mind and the heart. The act of giving meaning and form to what might otherwise appear every day events prompts questions of a deeper nature that, whilst possibly unanswerable, encourage patterns of behaviour from which the writer can only benefit.
Write a story. Go on, do it now before the inspiration I may have provided ebbs away. Write it, a novel even, not to meet the extremely odd deadline of that whole annual NaNoWriMo craze but because you want to open those doorways. It’s hard work, but don’t make it a chore. Enjoy the potential!
Thank you Gary. I love this little blurb. So much passion and engery in your words. I shall go and write a novel…lol…well, I better work on my grammer first.;)…but I will admit with my own recent reflection, my pen now fits in my hand and feeling is wonderful. The real me is now begining to resurface and I am relishing in this moment…
Thank you agian..
Salittlesister
Thanks, Steph — the “act” of writing is as important to me as the end result. A valuable process.
Happy, productive scribbling!
I have several novels on the proverbial backburners, but all I have time for these days is blogging once in a while!
Blogging… ah, yes — quite the distraction, isn’t it? Maybe you should write one of your novels in a blog
Kill two birds with one stone 