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The Great Escape

August 19, 2012

Writing is an outlet. Writing is proving I can produce and not just absorb story. Sitting on my backside reading book after book is not developing my intellect, even if it is lusciously delicious. Writing forces me to think, plan, maneuver, reflect, and if nothing else, use correct spelling and grammar.

Hurray for writing.

Writing is an escape. Writing is refusing to quit, refusing to admit that the chances of someone buying your story are slim to none. Zombied out watching America’s Got Talent is not strengthening my character or improving my discipline. Writing forces me to throw myself into the great miasma of artists and plebes who hope to be heard, and who think their voice is worth hearing.

Hurray for writing.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. August 19, 2012 3:27 pm

    Absolutely! It’s hard, but we know that already, right? This is me merely kicking myself in the pants. Hang in there.

    • whylieto permalink
      August 19, 2012 3:51 pm

      That we know already, indeed. (: Now back to the fun part~

  2. August 20, 2012 12:15 pm

    I agree. Writing for me…just is. It’s a part of who I am, who I was and who I will always be. If I’m not writing, I’m not truly happy.

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