The girl next door has the heart of a poet, but the spirit of a warrior. Even the sweetest girl can be pushed too far, so here are some musings on life, love, honor and musings on why things that were once common sense have gone the way of the dinosaur.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Rusty Pen
"Advice? I don't have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you're writing, you're a writer. Write like you're a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there's no chance for a pardon. Write like you're clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you've got just one last thing to say, like you're a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God's sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we're not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don't. Who knows, maybe you're one of the lucky ones who doesn't have to"
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