But today, something begins to shift. I see that there might be some way I can take the raw material of my life and transform it into something that has order and structure. I can make sense of what, until now, has been senseless.
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At times you have to fight really hard to remember it. Fight within your mind__ dungeons and bring it out alive before it could have been killed and buried forever by the demons living deep down inside your mind__ dungeons.
A woman does not become whole, until she has a baby.
A woman does not become whole until she has a baby.
Don't let your past dictate your future,
A women does not become whole, until she has a baby.
She meant to write: "Is Christy here yet?"Auto Correct turned it into: "Is crazy here yet?"For once Auto Correct got it right.
I'm turning into an old man. I own four pairs of oxfords, my stories get a little long winded, and my neighbors play their music too loud.
If I were to be honest, I'm probably fifty percent bagel. Okay, fine, sixty percent.
Q: Best part about being a musical theatre book writer?A: Explaining what that is.
You know you're officially an adult when you finally understand WHY Miss Hannigan was drinking bath water.
I mean. You put puppies in a store front, I will stop and giddily stare. Every. Single. Time.
Forgive my asking you to use your mind. It is a thing which no novelist should expect of his reader...
You know you are a writer when characters inside your brain keep demanding, 'This is my story! Now tell it or I will never leave you alone!
Live inside your stories, yes, but do not hide behind them.
Your writing should be filled with simple complexities and complex simplicities. Because that is life.
Another drink, another sentence, and the writing continues on. . . .
Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg. For when air cycles through the lungs, and the body is busy at noble tasks, creativity flows like water in a stream: the artist creates, the writer writes.