Land in a place where your celebrated, not tolerated.
A caustic deprecating word can tip a young writer off their axis of enthusiasm,..Positive advice is a God send..
In a class I attend my teacher will correct with love when I am veering off course, otherwise, I am left to discover my own healthy mistakes. Mistakes and wrong turns make it possible for me to learn.
Writing presents itself as an irritation in my solar plexus,.I feel an unction,.a yearning to create,.that yearning turns into desire, and the combination of these elements is what makes magic happen,.I don't ramrod a bunch of catch phrases I've written down into the writing arena,.I let the "Desire" to create dictate the path,.and as I humbly trek down that unknown boulevard into the unknown, I go with the excitation of what that path will reveal,.
In other words,. from the onset I have no inkling where it will end up,.but I do it with the belief that the theme, title, and combination of words are already composed in the ethers,.all I have to do is trust with a childlike abandon that I will remain open enough to receive it,.
In truth, I see that I write nothing, and that I've never written anything,.I have only been a willing receiver for the spirit..I am the mailman, delivery boy, UPS driver for the spirit. This frees me up from having to call myself a "SONGWRITER",.one less handle I have to deal with. When one is empty, miracles happen.