“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ~  William Wordsworth

I have been totally stuck this week.  Apparently my muse took a vacation without notifying me.  I did start tapping out a few different blogs — one about life as a party and non-stop networking opportunity, another on deciding which dreams get scrapped  in favor of those with greater potential and one that was practically plagiarized (from myself) — only to reject them after getting to the end of each thought.

When I figured I’d have to simply post an I’m on vacation, be back next week notice, I got in a debate with someone close to me on the topic of “real” writers (apparently blog writers don’t fit into this category) and this blog was born.  Because as a blog  writer, I still consider myself a real writer.  And although writing  is an art to be studied and practiced like music drills or dance steps,  it’s more than something I choose to do, it’s part of who I am.  It’s the breathings of my heart.

I’m obviously no J.K. Rowling or Isaac Asimov, but one thing is certain:  “I can’t write to please everyone, but someone, somewhere will be touched if I put my heart into it” (Sara Winters).  After the debate took place, admittedly I was close to scrapping my writing.  But I realized if I do that, I stop breathing.  And I stop dreaming.  I’d much rather invest in the moisturizers I’ll need as my skin toughens up. ~ cs

 

Always the write time to: network.  Over the past two weeks I revisited my LinkedIn account, met with a fellow writer to swap “stories,” invited new people into my home for a cocktail party and applied for several more jobs.

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