even when words evade
Let them rise from you
your heart, your soul, your brain
Take risks, pour out despair
Care to create your truth
for there’s no one else who can
Write about what matters to you
for your passion will show
Write about what you know
and what you don’t
Play in the land of make-believe
Create worlds you wish to visit
make them vividly real on paper.
But mostly dear writer,
Listen to criticism, take what’s true
but never let it own you
so you never write again.
The same for rejections.
Don’t reject yourself.
But never ever quit.
Signed, Someone Just Like You
Thank you to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
I decided to go a bit upbeat today. We’ll see how that goes! 🙂
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
The Redhead and the Writer
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