Artistry exists in everyone. What makes it blossom is a soul's personal desire to find an outlet for expression.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: writing expression creativity author artistry richelle richelle-goodrich personal-expression
Some build their castles 'mid thunderbolts and fireworks. My worlds take shape in silence.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: writing creativity authors castles worlds richelle richelle-goodrich
The hours spent forming a written work can make one obsessive, distracted, compulsive, and neurotic even, especially when it comes to those rare, precious occasions of streaming pure inspiration. To have a muse moment interrupted - to watch her scuttle back into hiding with unshared insight remaining on the tip of her tongue - is a wicked irritation. When a writer's eyes glaze over, when she stares off at nothing or appears to be memorizing the lines on a blank page, when she falls asleep at the desk... tiptoe softly. For a writer's greatest desire is to receive inspiration; her greatest nightmare, to have tossed to the wind what could have been captured in words.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: writing writers inspiration author muse richelle richelle-goodrich
Mystery, why so attractive to me?
You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward. Wary and trembling, I follow.
Tag: fear mystery attraction richelle wariness richelle-goodrich
Why only gaze at the stars? Catch one!
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: dreams stars wishes hopes richelle richelle-goodrich
A dreadful thing one day befell me when a horse came to stand on my toe. Having no power to remove him, I found that I could not go.
An awful thing sometime later befell me when the horse was removed from my toe. Alone and with naught to secure me, I found I was forced to go.
Tag: perspective attitude viewpoint mindset richelle way-of-thinking richelle-goodrich
I am.
I'm here.
I'm me.
You are the mystery.
Tag: self-awareness mystery you me richelle richelle-goodrich
I’ll tell you what,” she said, prepared to make a deal. “Let’s see how your ‘diplomacy’ would profit us. If you can give me a decent solution to a pretend situation, I’ll agree to have you accompany me instead of Shanks. Although, I don’t know how wise it is to leave a Viidun captain on the Kemeniroc in your absence.”
Derian agreed to the test. “Okay, what’s your question?”
She thought hard for a moment; her eyes scrunching in concentration, lips pulled down to one side. Then, as a crooked grin spread across her lips, she set up an imagined scenario.
“Pretend we’re down on the planet with this King Wennergren when he graciously offers to walk us through his cherished garden. While we’re there he begs me to touch his favorite, award-winning flower, hoping my powers will make it thrive and blossom. But for some strange reason it doesn’t respond to me the way plants do on our world. Instead of thriving, the flower withers and dies right before his shocked and furious eyes. Now pretend he’s easily offended and has a horrible temper…”
Derian cut it. “You have no idea what his temperament is like.”
“I know. That’s not the point.” Her eyes scolded him for interrupting. “Just pretend that he becomes outraged by my actions, assuming that I purposefully destroyed his prized plant. The angry king orders both of us to be seized and thrown into his deep, dark, inescapable dungeon. But, somehow we manage to dodge his line of soldiers and run into a nearby congested jungle, hiding beneath the foliage from our determined pursuers.
“Finally, pretend that we trudge along for hours, so deep within the trees that we begin to hear howling in the distance from dangerous, hungry beasts. They seem to sound off all around us. Every now and then we hear weapon’s fire as King Wennergren’s men fend off these wild animals. This only reminds us that the soldiers are still in pursuit. Far, far buried within the dark jungle we spot a clearing and head for it. Unfortunately, once we reach it we come across an entire pack of ferocious animals who begin to stalk us. So we turn around, only to face a line of soldiers from behind, pointing their weapons our direction. We’re surrounded by danger on both sides, Derian! Now, what do you do?”
She looked at him, wide-eyed and expectant.
“Eena, you have a terribly overactive imagination,” he said flatly.
She rolled her eyes, then impatiently asked him again, “Well? What would you do?”
“I’d stop pretending."
She fell back in her chair, groaning. “You’re still not going.”
“Try and stop me,” he dared.
“You know I can,” she reminded him.
He glared at her. “When the time comes, we’ll see.
Tag: richelle richelle-goodrich eena derian
No matter how loud the sirens or how numerous the hazard signs, we all touch the flames at least once to prove they're hot.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: success experience learning mistakes failure trying richelle richelle-goodrich
Why certainly, words possess power. They do! But releasing their magic requires combining and arranging those words in the right order.
Richelle E. GoodrichTag: words writing book magic novel author richelle richelle-goodrich
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