Seeing the world of your imagination coming together on paper is an incredible feeling. It makes the hair on my neck rise and tingles to shiver over my skin, like my soul is singing inside and making my whole body quiver.
Do you remember what it’s like being a child, having that sense of wonder and joy? I think being a writer is a little like trying to capture that feeling and infuse it into the page for a reader to breathe in and light up.
How does writing make you feel?
I would love to know. That and why do you write? What does it bring to you to send the words out into the world? Do you covet what you write and only share it when you have hammered, chipped and polished it to perfection? Or do you bring it, cracks, warts and all to people to show its raw form?
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