"A collection of my thoughts, feelings, and emotions, to the world around me"
Discipline cleanses the palate of regret. – Ash
Give a time, take a time. Fall the time. – Ash
When I can’t write, I read. I’ve since been reading, and now I’m writing again. That’s how stories go. – Ash
Coffee shops for me are a mood. Sometimes changing the writing mood can put you in a writing mood. – Ash
I don’t realize how many blank pages there are until I start writing. – Ash
Hand me a pen, and I’ll give you emotion. – Ash
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
Ah, mermaids…
I remember being a small boy fighting pirates on the hillside where I played. My friends, my seamen, brave as we sailed the high seas by way of a large stone in the middle of an open field. Arr, she be like the grandest sail a pirate could ever command. We set course in the wind of our imaginations. Three of us slaying and saving mermaids in the hot sun with a mountain backdrop. Our bounty of a summer’s day with the ladies of the ocean made us fight with passion, with heart. We were promised a wet kiss. We told those types of stories. Our own stories because we were kids and that’s where stories start.
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Get lost in the lap. Watch the boats sway. Can you taste the salt? Can you feel the ocean whistle? Stay still for a second and it will all come to you. – Ash
I can listen to Mother Nature babbling on all day. – Ash
Earth To Ash 