Was it just the breeze that made me a butterfly Was it just the clouds that made my heart soar high Was it just the rain that made the poet in me come alive Was it just the grass that made my feet dance by Was it just ..... There is something about the weather... Continue Reading →
The WHY DO I WRITE syndrome
WHY DO I WRITE? This seems like a simple question posed to us writers and of course a usual answer is the cliche' of undying love for writing OR inspired by reading etc. But this is a question more often than not full-time writers ask themselves. Every time there is a rejection, a compromise, monetary... Continue Reading →