When I am blocked, I’ll try any approach. Sometimes, the same approach as my physical fitness. Treating my creativity like an out-of-shape muscle. The more I worked on it, and fed it time, the more it would grow. Writing is muscle memory, now go flex your muscles. – Ash
When I write, I disappear for a while. But I always come back with a story to tell. – Ash
It’s not a blank page to me, it’s where the story begins. There’s an intimacy in that. Your work could have a million pages but you’ll never forget your first. – Ash
If I could survive solely on words, I would flourish. – Ash
My writing has grown with help from the seasoned. Their words and stories are like seeds left to bloom in the garden of my own imagination. – Ash
There’s a saying in Newfoundland and Labrador and many fishing ports throughout the world that applies to this horizon.
“Red sky at morning, fisherman’s warning. Red sky at night, fisherman’s delight”.
As I stood there this morning in an awed gaze thinking about that, I felt another meaning come to me. The storyteller’s version.
“Red sky at morning, writers adorning. Red sky at night, writers give sight”.
A passerby thought I just wanted to share.
Until…
The next word can never be freed without the key that unlocked the first. – Ash
New year, new chapters – Ash
When I change into the seasonal writer, it’s all about Christmas. It’s a holiday from the rest of my words. – Ash
That bench and those two trees cure writer’s block. Game on! – Ash
Earth To Ash 