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- Dec 10, 2009
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Why do I do it? I've wanted to write fiction since I was a boy. Every effort is met with mediocrity despite some terrific story ideas.
Songs, on the other hand, come forth without warning or explanation. All the time, I write them down, work them out on the guitar and play them, looking for that great prose inspiration to strike yet it remains covered in cumbersome sentences and disjointed thoughts.
The tattered loose ends of her heartstrings still are tangled
I mean, when a line like that comes to you, it can't be ignored! I'll obsess over that one all day and tomorrow I'll have another title in my catalog. Yet, all I long for is that one great narrative.
I know, "Quit complaining and use your gifts."
How does one handle the conflicts of desrie and reality?
EG
Songs, on the other hand, come forth without warning or explanation. All the time, I write them down, work them out on the guitar and play them, looking for that great prose inspiration to strike yet it remains covered in cumbersome sentences and disjointed thoughts.
The tattered loose ends of her heartstrings still are tangled
I mean, when a line like that comes to you, it can't be ignored! I'll obsess over that one all day and tomorrow I'll have another title in my catalog. Yet, all I long for is that one great narrative.
I know, "Quit complaining and use your gifts."
How does one handle the conflicts of desrie and reality?
EG