The Willow

The Willow
A cold shadow standing firm. A sad skeleton on the surface, but holding a promise of hope, deep within. Swaying in the icy wind, embracing the torment of the storm and season all to bring forth life and beauty. Unashamed of its own lack of color, praise, and admiration, it dutifully stands fast fulfilling its purpose. A quiet passionate promise.
- Shy Willow

Friday, November 7, 2014

Writers

Surely I am glad I am not friends with myself, it must be tough to put up with a writer. 

I am enjoying the time writing the novel. Watching the characters in this piece develop has been a fabulous lost-in-imagination playground.  I have found I finally got to a point where my creative juices have become a bit taxed, but that gave me time to catch up to my outline a bit and fill out some scenes that I have been pondering for several days. 

When I get a bit word jammed I read. Another article that I ran across on my net-article-surfing-break was about being married to a writer. It made me giggle so I thought perhaps I'd pass it along.
 
- Shy Willow

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