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Words are sometimes better kept in the heart
Words are sometimes better kept in the heart I know there's a joke among writers (or maybe the joke is among people who know writers) about being careful or else you could end up in one of their stories. I never really thought much about it. Of course, I write about the people in my life. I mean I don't want to write about mythic creatures or events or things about which I know nothing. Unfortunately, I've managed to alienate two people lately with my writing. I didn't say anything negative about them. It wasn't like I humiliated them or used them as pawns or even killed them off in some violent scene in a story. No, I just used thoughts I had about them to complete a poem or tell a story. And in each case, the writing was seen and now the protagonist has apparently opted to stop speaking to me. I tried to make light of it...I'm aware that the intensity of my writing is more than some people can handle. It's like staring into the eyes of a tiger. But I don't really see my writing as all that intense. If I'm writing a poem, it's usually something I do in a matter of minutes...I write lines. If they flow, I keep them. If they don't then I discard them for better ones. Yes, they all have meaning to me, and the sentiments are genuine, but they are never intended to make anyone feel trapped. My thoughts and feelings are just that...mine. No obligation or reciprocity required from any other party. But to those who have chosen to no longer want to be part of the story, I thank you for giving me the opportunity to be a part of your life. I thank you for giving me inspiration when I needed it and for helping me find the words that wouldn't have been discovered without you. |
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Okay, so make that one has decided to not speak to me again. One of them resurfaced. Even one loss is too many.
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If they can't handle your writing maybe they aren't ready for that novel status
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You must have been hanging out in the humanities division of your local college. That was quite poetic.
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And the second one resurfaces. FINALLY!
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