writers-world

I am swimming in a sea of words, attempting to keep my head above water.

Me to Comma: I will never get use to you wanting to butt your way into my sentences -- even if you're right.

It's hard to be a dreamer sometimes. I'm tired.

As I drove out the wrought iron gates I had entered, I noticed for the first time how intricate and beautiful they were. They were forged by hand so many years ago and had stood the test of time.

I love Edit. He gives me tons of second chances to make things just right between us.

Grammar, you're the pickiest noun I know.

I wear the writer pants in the family.

The thing I want to write most is the next thing I write.

The defining lines of reality have always been a bit blurred for me.

Do you remember the time, Mike,_ Jeremy laughed, __hat you put a banana down your pants and walked up to the Palma-nator. It looked like you had one hell of a hard-on.

...writing allows us to reposition ourselves so we can see what is otherwise in our mental blind spots or those things about oneself and the world that we neither can see nor understand from the spot where we stand.

I before E except after C. Weird?By rebelling against the rules the word itself denotes its very meaning: of strange or extraordinary character, odd, fantastic.I think all writers are weird.

If you are an artist, may no love of wealth or fame or admiration and no fear of blame or misunderstanding make you ever paint, with pen or brush, an ideal of external life otherwise than as you see it.

Writing is a lonely business, which if allowed publicity and socializing it might deteriorate. Supportive people understand the need of a writer to withdraw to the solitude of oneself.

Never be afraid to write what you believe. If the message speaks the truth, others will fear your words for you.

When we sit down to write, we psychically enter a sanctuary. This safe haven is our own personal space where we can say whatever is on our mind, where we can talk about what matters most to us, where we can imagine the kind of world that we would like to live.

We, writers & poets, have a big problem. We swim too deep inside life, also in shallow waters, and then we end touching the sand!

Being the Novelist-in-Residence at a riad hotel in the kasbah of an Arabic North African city is a lot like trying to write one__ memoirs on shreds of napkins in a nuthouse.