I speak, I speak, and truth at that. Writers are a curious breed: brooding, fickle, alternately loving and hating their work—and each other. You’re my friend? Don’t pick up that pen!
Chila WoychikTags: friendship friends writing writing-life rats
I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed with line upon line of truth, fiction, and a not-always-pleasing mix of the two.
Chila WoychikTags: writing creativity writing-life rats writing-process on-being-a-rat
This piece of earth I billet grows small. Bullets of time dart past, dropping shards of opportunity at my feet. And until the rift that surrounds my decaying body clamps shut—swallows me up like so many remains—I army on, simultaneously ignoring and saving my comrades in the hole.
Such is a writer’s life.
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I read a book, am vortexed in with no escape; my face contorts, eyelids frost, breath comes short, body longs, heart stop-starts. Who’s to say too much won’t kill me? Who’s to say I care?
Chila WoychikTags: writing writing-life rats writing-process on-being-a-rat writing-extremes
Split your skull—a hatchet works well enough. Take a more delicate instrument—a scalpel, perhaps—and make a hand-sized slit; it doesn’t matter where. Reach in (no glove needed), plunge down to the very bottom, pinch the inside layer of membrane and yank, hard.
If it feels like you’ve just turned your brain inside out, you have. Writing is brain surgery, pure and simple.
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Oh God, for a few who will love me in tiny ways every single day of my flashing existence. For a mere one or two who will treat me like the trash I am, who will love the smell of garbage and rummage through the bin of my failings to find the wrapped cheeseburger they can do without but consider long enough to get their taste buds used to the idea.
Oh for a melodious tongue to sing me a song about french fries.
Tags: writing creative-process writing-life writing-process on-being-a-rat
When I pour a bowl of Uncle Sam’s cereal, I never know if I should stand when I eat, salute it first, or simply hum the Star Spangled Banner between mouthfuls.
Chila WoychikTags: writing creativity writing-life writing-process on-being-a-rat
Your first draft is a petulant teenager, sure it knows best, adamant that its Mother is wrong. Your third draft has emerged from puberty, realising that its Mother was right about everything.
Angeline TrevenaTags: writing editing writing-life drafts first-draft
You are more ready and able to grasp at opportunity when your hands are empty.
Christy HallTags: writing inspirational-quotes writing-life
Lost in New York City. Not that I don't know where I am, but rather perplexed as to where I am going.
Christy HallTags: writing inspirational-quotes writing-life
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