fantastic post from livelytwist!
I can scribble on the bus, at a party, or in the kitchen, but when it is time to pull my thoughts together, a chair and table lends seriousness to what I do. Although writing brings me satisfaction and can be fun, I do not write for fun. Familiar sound is unwelcome. I cannot let anything or anyone I know compete with the voices in my head. But the strangers at the café? Their conversation is a tunnel guiding me to the place where thoughts reside.
I don’t understand creativity, the neuroscience of it. To write my blog posts, I need an idea or two, or three. Don’t believe me? Just ask Neil Gaiman.
Happy now? So, here’s how ideas and words cross-pollinate and become blog posts on Livelytwist.
Words are the last thing I want to see for I have just spent four hours editing a manuscript. I…
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