When the sands of time pass beneath our feet
One comes, without warning
Finding the path, difficult? Or, is it near?
A path you decide upon
An open path
Makes the time become
Its such a privilege to have found this community of thoughtful and insightful lovers of the written word, in all of the many forms we choose to share. Over the years I’ve found that my love of imagery, the diversity of the world around us, and the joy I gain from observing the nuances of people/places/things translates into a personally inspiring…
Great open and realistic view of what it is to be a writer, and reminds me of the dilemma of being an introvert, too, which requires ‘refresh time,’ during which I believe your brain is accumulating the information, energy, and (whatever you call that feeling the playing monkey) — that special fun enthusiasm when you get in your writer’s ‘zone.’