I stumbled onto a Meg Oolders feather a few weeks ago, and am so glad I did. I immediately snatched it up and stuck it in my hat as a symbol of what I, myself, am hoping to attain. ("I want to write like she does...) Let me confess something here, Meg: Sometimes I finish a piece and jump up and dance around my chair, because I know it is…
I stumbled onto a Meg Oolders feather a few weeks ago, and am so glad I did. I immediately snatched it up and stuck it in my hat as a symbol of what I, myself, am hoping to attain. ("I want to write like she does...) Let me confess something here, Meg: Sometimes I finish a piece and jump up and dance around my chair, because I know it is good. Sometimes I laugh right out loud at a line I have written, saying "Now THAT's really funny!" It doesn't happen often, but with practice over the last year and a half, it happens more often. Those are the moments we have to focus on, the celebration of the creative process itself, the delight and exhilaration in realizing what talent we have in us, and not necessarily the approval of others. Harder than it sounds. Thanks for keeping it real.
Oh yes! Those jump up and dance moments are my reason for being a writer. So much beauty in the catharsis we experience when we share ourselves through stories. Loved this comment, Sharron. A post-worthy sentiment in itself. Thank you for being here. It's an honor to have you in my corner.
I stumbled onto a Meg Oolders feather a few weeks ago, and am so glad I did. I immediately snatched it up and stuck it in my hat as a symbol of what I, myself, am hoping to attain. ("I want to write like she does...) Let me confess something here, Meg: Sometimes I finish a piece and jump up and dance around my chair, because I know it is good. Sometimes I laugh right out loud at a line I have written, saying "Now THAT's really funny!" It doesn't happen often, but with practice over the last year and a half, it happens more often. Those are the moments we have to focus on, the celebration of the creative process itself, the delight and exhilaration in realizing what talent we have in us, and not necessarily the approval of others. Harder than it sounds. Thanks for keeping it real.
Oh yes! Those jump up and dance moments are my reason for being a writer. So much beauty in the catharsis we experience when we share ourselves through stories. Loved this comment, Sharron. A post-worthy sentiment in itself. Thank you for being here. It's an honor to have you in my corner.
Likewise!