REASONS TO WRITE....
BECAUSE...
it's a Monday, or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. It's a Saturday or a Sunday. Any day will do. Don't have to differentiate- to pick and choose- simply do it because you can.
You are wearing jeans, pants, trackies, shorts, nothing, t-shirt, gown, overalls, dress, skirt, sneakers, boots, thongs, sandals, slippers, black socks, pink socks, stripey socks.
It's wintry cold, bleak and dark....summer heat, bright and sizzling.....cool autumn with her mantle of leaves and decay.....promise of spring growth and rebirth.
There's a house to clean, washing to do, groceries to buy, cooking to do, lawns to mow, beds to make, work to be done. Unfortunately it will still be there tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.
The dog needs to be walked, the cat to be fed, horse to be ridden, fish to be groomed, hamster to run, snake to be coiled, llama to be trimmed. There is always something to be done.
Words bubble and broil on the edge of your tongue, asking to be set free.
You see the world in minute detail that you want to capture...even if you know you will never find the exact words for what you do see.
Roads are for travelling and you want to mark each step of your journey. No matter which direction you choose, no matter how you intend to travel. No matter if you get lost, disorientated, even return to where you began...you will still have travelled.
There are so many textures, shapes, colours, scents, sounds...and you can only name a few.
You have a passion for reflections, an interest in light and shade, see everything as though through a camera lens.
Words become the signal in the darkness, leading you on.
You have a story to tell.
You want others to listen, to really listen and hear what you have to say.
There is an editor on your shoulder telling you that you can't do this, that you are not good enough, it's time to give up, why persevere, why bother.
Because ginger beer tastes great.....marshmallows are so tempting.....nothing is as good as your own mother's roast dinner....winter colds are bad but summer ones are worst.
The sun rises each morning...sets each night. Beneath our feet is the ground, above us the sky. And we are lucky enough to be here and experience it all.
So many reasons to write. Not all of them make sense but if it is what you want to do...really want to do...then nothing will stop you.
Vicki
http://vickithornton.weebly.com/
it's a Monday, or Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday. It's a Saturday or a Sunday. Any day will do. Don't have to differentiate- to pick and choose- simply do it because you can.
You are wearing jeans, pants, trackies, shorts, nothing, t-shirt, gown, overalls, dress, skirt, sneakers, boots, thongs, sandals, slippers, black socks, pink socks, stripey socks.
There's a house to clean, washing to do, groceries to buy, cooking to do, lawns to mow, beds to make, work to be done. Unfortunately it will still be there tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.
The dog needs to be walked, the cat to be fed, horse to be ridden, fish to be groomed, hamster to run, snake to be coiled, llama to be trimmed. There is always something to be done.
Words bubble and broil on the edge of your tongue, asking to be set free.
You see the world in minute detail that you want to capture...even if you know you will never find the exact words for what you do see.
Roads are for travelling and you want to mark each step of your journey. No matter which direction you choose, no matter how you intend to travel. No matter if you get lost, disorientated, even return to where you began...you will still have travelled.
There are so many textures, shapes, colours, scents, sounds...and you can only name a few.
You have a passion for reflections, an interest in light and shade, see everything as though through a camera lens.
Words become the signal in the darkness, leading you on.
You have a story to tell.
You want others to listen, to really listen and hear what you have to say.
There is an editor on your shoulder telling you that you can't do this, that you are not good enough, it's time to give up, why persevere, why bother.
Because ginger beer tastes great.....marshmallows are so tempting.....nothing is as good as your own mother's roast dinner....winter colds are bad but summer ones are worst.
The sun rises each morning...sets each night. Beneath our feet is the ground, above us the sky. And we are lucky enough to be here and experience it all.
So many reasons to write. Not all of them make sense but if it is what you want to do...really want to do...then nothing will stop you.
Vicki
http://vickithornton.weebly.com/
Comments
Post a Comment