Posted on February 20, 2021 3 Comments
Where would we be without writing? Whether it’s read or written… writing’s for everybody. – Ash
Posted on December 28, 2020 6 Comments
As a writer, I sometimes lose my direction. Everything becomes inside. When I start to feel that way, I go outside. I run straight into the arms of Mother Nature and she sets the scene for me. – Ash
Posted on August 13, 2020 2 Comments
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human situation. – Graham Greene
Posted on February 25, 2020 10 Comments
Don’t run away from your gift of telling a story, your story. The further from writing you stray, the farther from home it will feel. – Ash
Posted on January 11, 2020 3 Comments
If it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. Unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. – Charles Bukowski
Posted on August 21, 2019 4 Comments
Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don’t feel I should be doing something else. – Gloria Steinem
Posted on August 10, 2019 4 Comments
“Writing about a writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” ― Charles Bukowski
Posted on August 9, 2019 4 Comments
“The wonderful thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting. The terrifying thing about writing is that there is always a blank page waiting.” ― J.K. Rowling
Posted on June 15, 2019 6 Comments
It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moments passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the […]
Posted on March 3, 2019 4 Comments
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” – Sylvia Plath