writers do not dwell in reality
rather, they pinch the sleeves of the impossible
and hold on for dear luck
I know that when I reach the end of a novel I’m writing, I’m just as surprised as the reader should be.
LOVE IT!!! 😀
I like your way of putting things. Drop into my blog if you have a moment. I think I’d be interested in your opinion.
I tried popping by, but it’s set to private. You’ll have to send me an invite. You’ve got me quite curious now.
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.