Friday, August 01, 2008

My cup runneth over

I keep a moleskin notepad or scraps of paper in my pocket at all times. Inspiration is within. You can't wait on it. Change your modality and how you are interfacing with life. I get home and filter through my scribbles and find gold nuggets and silver dust. I accepted long ago that I am the philosopher's stone. Writers write. It gets no more simpler than that. We write because if we didn't we would die. I choose life.

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