writing-process

Life is a collection of memories and feelings. Mawkish sentimentally urges us to engage in artistic overtures, we yearn to share with other people a melody of rudimentary experiences and respond to a stabilizing tune strung together with a shared ethos. We walk in parallel strides with our brethren seeking out equivalent affirmations of our being. We long to shout out to the world that we once walked this earth; we seek to leave in our wake traces of our pithy habitation. Our unfilled longing propels us into committing senseless acts of self-sabotage and then we desperately seek redemption from our slippery selves by building monuments to the human spirit. We employ a bewildering blend of conscious and unconscious materials to construct synoptic testaments to our temporal existence. We labor on the canvas of our choosing to scrawl our inimitable mark, fanatically toiling to escape a sentence of total obliteration along with our impending mortality.

I grasp words for the sake of clutching My mind considers them heart touchingRight then I write for my reader's pleasureNot knowing what distance a soul can measure

Beauty surrounds us, but oftentimes it takes a person with a poetic perception, an artist__ way of looking at the world, to first notice the sublime, and then stagecraft the splendor of nature so that other people can perceive their synoptic vision. The spirit and aesthetic intention behind the work is what assigns the work its artistic quality. Great works of poetry and writing, for instance, express not simply a criticism of life, but also encompass a philosophy for living.

What is your advice to young writers?_ __rink, fuck and smoke plenty of cigarettes.

If typos are God's way of keeping a writer humble, plot holes certainly keeps one on their knees.

The art of writing involves making as many cups of tea as you can in the time available for writing. Then adding extra time for writing...

Practical affairs task the human brain throughout the day. At night, the mind takes a deserved hiatus to consider the impossible and the absurd. In the carnage of our nighttime sleep tussles, the colored liqueurs of the true, the possible, fantasy, and the mythic beliefs become intermixed. Eyelets of the commonsensical and the imaginative are incorporated, and a new realism emerges out of our distilled perception of the veridical derived from the phenomenal realm of sensory reality and the philosophic world of ideals contained in the noumenal realm. The resultant psychobiologic vision immerses us in bouts of intoxicating inspiration and artistic stimulation and leaves us rickety boned and weakened after enduring a dreaded hangover of perpetual doubt laced with vagueness and insecurity.

All writers are demonic dreamers. Writing is an act of sharing experiences and offering of an individualistic perspective of our private attitudes pertaining to whatever topics of thought intrigues the author. Writing is a twitchy art, which attempts to employ linguist building blocks handed-down from past generations. Writers_ word choices form a structure of conjoined sentences when overlaid with the lingua of modern culture. Writers attempt to emulate in concrete form the synesthesia of our personal pottage steeped in our most vivid feelings. Writing a personal essay calls for us to sort out a jungle of lucid observations and express in a tangible technique our unique interpretation of coherent observations interlaced with that effusive cascade of yearning, the universal spice of unfilled desire, which turmoil of existential angst swamps us.

Dear music,I__ writing you this letter to thank you.Thank you for when you__e here, you catalyse my imagination.Thank you for this ineffable thing you bring, which makes the experience of writing so much better.Thank you for making real and palpable what is not.Thank you for being generous. Humans rarely are. You give breath to my characters. Moreover you give a mainspring to my tears, my laughs and my heart-bleedings. Actually, you give a purpose to Life, even if it__ just the one I created in my head, in the deepest abyss of my fantasies. Thank you for not judging me for that, by the way.Thank you because you make me wanna love. Life, people, nature_ Everything. I can even say that sometimes, you make me fall in love of my own protagonists, my own scenes, my own jokes_ I sound mad, I know, but believe me, I__ not. Well, not completely.Thank you for allowing me to travel without spending a cent. That__ pretty cool of you. I__e even been in places never visited. Places only you and I will ever know.Thank you for your loyalty. I know I can rely on you every time, in every places. If I could live forever, I__ stay with you for a thousand year at least, until my dreams, as crazy and odd as they may be, became more authentic than my own reality. __ause you know, reality sucks.Love, a girl who really likes you

Language is the gateway of the mind and a bridge that connects us to other human beings. Language enables a person to share their clandestine inner world with other human beings and to learn about other people__ mysterious world of logical thoughts and poetic sentiments.

I don't imagine book elitists as my audience when writing. I dream about teachers, morticians and garbage men instead.

I__e never liked the term __ctor_._ Barron spoke slowly, joining hands with the cast members to his left and right. The rest of them formed a circle, also holding hands, and he continued. __eriously now, is anyone here __cting_? Is anyone here pretending? __e, I__ a theater director. One hundred percent, all the time. I__ not pretending, or acting, or trying to fool anyone. This is what I do, and I give it my all__ust like you. I look around me, and I don__ see a single phony. I see people who give their hearts, their minds, and their very lives to being serious performers on the stage. In the last weeks I__e watched every one of you give up the easy life to come here and bust a gut to make this show a reality. __hat__ why I call you performers. Not actors__erformers. Because when it__ time to prepare, you work out every nuance of a role. When it__ time to step in front of the crowd, you reach out and pull them in with both hands. When it__ time to say your lines, you deliver them with skill and meaning. That__ performance. And there__ nothing phony about that. There__ nothing pretend about that. There__ no acting that will take the place of that. __nd so that__ my wish for you tonight: Have a great performance. You__e done the work, you__e ready, and now it__ time to show off. Have fun out there, gang. Perform._ --Jerome Barron's opening night pep talk to the cast of Death Troupe

I treat my writing life like a fabulous, enchanting lover, because that is what it is to me. Something that is terribly time consuming, delicious and time-stopping. I have missed important meetings for love, and I will continue to put my writing life in the same position. My writing life is the lover at the center, not the neglected cranky demanding millstone, my ball and chain.When you are love, truly and passionately, you don't have to write down in your daily schedule "Spend quality time with Lover today." You can't not.

I treat my writing life like a fabulous, enchanting lover, because that is what it is to me. Something that is terribly time consuming, delicious and time-stopping. I have missed important meetings for love, and I will continue to put my writing life in the same position. My writing life is the lover at the center, not the neglected cranky demanding millstone, my ball and chain.When you are love, truly and passionately, you don't have to write down in your daily schedule "Spend quality time with Lover today. You can't not.

Manuscript rejections might tempt you to quit writing or querying. Don't.

Good fiction writers have an instinctive understanding of human nature. That's what makes stories and characters captivating. Good spiritual writers share what they sincerely practice themselves.

Don't judge me by my books. They're not my voices, and they were never my stories to tell.

Experience is the catalyst for all great stories.