My writing, My blog

The writer was well-known. I ended up sitting on the floor in the space in between the two tiers in the auditorium. For him, his goal was to sit down, with only a glass of water, and write. Instead, he said that he usually ate a package of oreos, downed a two liter bottle of coke, and then began to write.

Pablo Neruda told the man that he must walk down the coast very slowly, and then the metaphors would come.

Barbara told us to always write. It must be a habit. Just write. She said that she was sure that all of us had experiences that sparked writing, and times when the pen flowed. “Well…if you want the lightening to strike,” she said, “you must be out in the field waving your arms, waiting to get hit.”