How I Write Writing is for me a capricious art, sometimes being stubborn and unforgiving. However, there are times when writing comes easily and my thoughts are pollinated. I cannot quite describe how I know when I will write well, I just know. Usually what happened in my day gives it away. A good chat with a friend will stimulate me, while a hard day at work saps any talent. Only with a brain full …
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…dreaded spell checker and riddle through my typos. After all my self-embarrassment, I ask myself why I even went to the trouble. Then I marvel over my paper and realize I did pretty well. I said what I wanted, and meant what I said. Literature is an Art. A time captured on a canvas, still, waiting for a reader to come along and make it live again. Now all I need is a forgiving reader!