Freewrite - that's right, it's all off the top of my head...step right in and mind your shoes, the carpet was just cleaned!
I often wonder what goes through people's minds when they think about their favorite writers and authors. I know what goes through my mind. But I wonder if there are people that think what we do is umm...I don't know....peculiar or strange??
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We sit and listen to our thoughts all day long and decide which ones are good enough to put down on paper and then share that nonsense with the world right? It's tons more complicated than that - let me tell you. Not all ideas are good ideas and some of your bad ideas end up being awesome stories and some of your best stories end up being rubbish for the fire. I'd say its a crap shoot but even that is not the truth.
Writers don't make other writers great.
There I said it.
Nope. It's the truth.
Wanna know what else?
Readers make writers great!
Who knew right??? I...KNOW!
PEOPLE for ages have labored under the delusion that writers more specifically authors just crank out NYT Best Sellers. But people are forgetting that if they didn't buy those books, if they didn't take a shine to the author....even they hadn't even heard of the guy or gal then...there would be no best seller list!
I have to admit though, that I do sit and fantasize about one day being on that list. I don't know what it will do for my life but look what its doing for these other writers! Well wait...it's not really doing anything is it. Except giving praise for a job well done. I have a puppy and I know a guy with five cats that can do that for me.
Still, I'd like to think the hours I spend on my rose covered balcony somewhere in the south of France or maybe even Italy, writing on my parchment with my quill with my Jane Austenesque flow will land me there one day.
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The above would be me and all my writery friends hanging out reciting poetry to the boys down on the street. As far as we can tell they dig it and want more ...so my friend there offers them cleavage while I just sit and the background (with the red scarf) and think - what a hooker and shake my head no.
