I Couldn't Stop if I Tried
August 11, 1999
6:24 a.m.
This is one of those mornings. Things have just flowed and flowed; I couldn't stop it if I tried. A character is forming, and words are coming together. The story has grown full in my mind, and it's like watching the sun rise over the ocean and sitting there on the cold sand with grit between your toes and the wind blowing in your face. A while ago, I told Lisa that I'll never stop writing, even if I never publish again. This morning is why I said that. This morning it doesn't matter whether the story is good or bad. It doesn't matter whether it will garner contracts or rejections. This morning the story just is, and the characters live inside my heart and in my breathing. This morning I see in them all the things that I want so much to be, but always seem to be just striving so hard to get there--like they are, too. I wish each of you this feeling. Because this is the feeling that makes everything else okay.   Have a good day.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
|
"Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full value of joy, you must have somebody to share it with." Mark Twain |
BACK TO 
|