I have been working these past few weeks supervising an art exhibition. In the quiet times between when there are people in the gallery, I have been writing. Last week I was tidying up some poems and short stories. This week – and the ones to come – I’ve decided to pick up the long-neglected novel again.
Here’s where the words get hard:
I just…
It’s that…
I feel…
Lost, I suppose.
And I don’t know if what I’m chasing is worth finding.
Photos taken at the Emerging Writers’ Festival.
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It’s your story. If you don’t tell it who will? Oh, and if you know it’s there somewhere – then it is always worth finding!
Thank you Amelia
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