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What Intoxicates my mind?
The language of prose. It's like acting--but on paper. I can be whomever I choose, a silly sally, a demure maiden, or quite the comedian at times. I can also be a person of questionable repute. Ahhh, that opens up a whole new world, so many adventures, so many tarty ladies to mimic--who's to stop my pen from letting me go where the fainthearted dares to wander? And then there's always the mysterious lady who shows up whenever excitement throbs; and the toughy girl who takes on the proud, peacock males, bringing them to the wimpy stage. I can be any, or all of these women--on paper, in my heart, in my mind. It's delightful! And the places I can take myself via the written word, how delicious, at no cost, no waiting in line for admittance--I'm there with just a stroke of the pen. Who do I think I am? I'm a writer, of course. ET
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The Write Spot. Those words send my fingers moving across the keys as I type what my mind directs. I read an advertisement about a gym on a billboard today that stated: for the first time I really feel healthy. I can relate to that when I write; I feel really connected with all my senses, my heart sings a jolly tune and my mind dances among the words crowding to show themselves. Thanks to the One in charge for the gift of imagination, for keeping the childish curiosity within me, and letting time stand still when happiness holds the moment.
The language of prose. It's like acting--but on paper. I can be whomever I choose, a silly sally, a demure maiden, or quite the comedian at times. I can also be a person of questionable repute. Ahhh, that opens up a whole new world, so many adventures, so many tarty ladies to mimic--who's to stop my pen from letting me go where the fainthearted dares to wander? And then there's always the mysterious lady who shows up whenever excitement throbs; and the toughy girl who takes on the proud, peacock males, bringing them to the wimpy stage. I can be any, or all of these women--on paper, in my heart, in my mind. It's delightful! And the places I can take myself via the written word, how delicious, at no cost, no waiting in line for admittance--I'm there with just a stroke of the pen. Who do I think I am? I'm a writer, of course. ET
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The Write Spot. Those words send my fingers moving across the keys as I type what my mind directs. I read an advertisement about a gym on a billboard today that stated: for the first time I really feel healthy. I can relate to that when I write; I feel really connected with all my senses, my heart sings a jolly tune and my mind dances among the words crowding to show themselves. Thanks to the One in charge for the gift of imagination, for keeping the childish curiosity within me, and letting time stand still when happiness holds the moment.
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