...because the taste of words is in my mouth
...because my dreams appear most vivid in spade-black ink
...because I want to make someone wonder, if just for a moment.
...because I love the turning of pages and the company of books
...because a story, even the simplest, is enough to make me smile.
...because my characters are flesh and blood to me; kin to my heart.
...because to harness words to do my bidding is a power I delight over.
...because a fireside, a book, and a person are a trinity not to be trifled with.
...because there is a chance that I might someday write something worth reading.
...because the feel of creating a world of characters and events all my own turns me giddy.
...because the cadence of story and rhyme is a dance I know well; the pirouette of words weaving an enchantment of vividry.
...because I must write or be forever haunted by the lurid beauty of story untold.
...because I must write or be forever haunted by the lurid beauty of story untold.
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Whoa.
And, yes. Oh. Yes.
Beautiful! I love that painting, where did you find it??
@Rachelle, thanks!
@Felicity, I found the painting on Pinterest.com--isn't it a raving, tearing beauty?
I loved this post, Rachel <3. The images you created are beautiful, and the words are so true of a writer!
Oh! This is lovely. But I don't know if even that does it justice. I'll end by saying loudly, "I concur." :)
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