W is for Writer


We writers are strange, there’s no denying
We are wacky and weird without even trying,
We live in a world of our own creation
Dreaming up stories from our imagination,
We’re not in it for the money or for the fame
Though a little would be nice, just the same,
Writer’s block is a deadly curse
Writing crap is even worse,
Being a writer can be lonely and tough
We often feel we’re not good enough,
But when we write some shining prose
Our writing shimmers, sparkles and glows,
It’s what being a writer is all about
And helps sustain us through the drought.

© by Cathy Graham, April 26, 2013

Comments

  1. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 26, 2013 at 12:24 PM

    We can all relate to this!

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    1. UnknownApril 27, 2013 at 4:11 AM

      Nice to be among writer friends who understand where I'm coming from.

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  2. Corinne RodriguesApril 26, 2013 at 2:28 PM

    Working with groups helps so much...but at the end of the day each of us must find the inspiration within.

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  3. Catch My WordsApril 26, 2013 at 6:52 PM

    Speak for yourself. I'm in it for the money and fame. ;)

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  4. UnknownApril 26, 2013 at 7:11 PM

    This is awesome. I think we have all went through this at one time or another.

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  5. AnonymousApril 26, 2013 at 9:49 PM

    We are a strange breed aren't we. And it is such a feeling of pride when we write something beautiful!

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  6. SuzyApril 27, 2013 at 1:23 AM

    Sometimes writing crap is therapeutic. Nice one.

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    1. UnknownApril 27, 2013 at 4:07 AM

      I agree, Suzy. A good crap writing session does help sometimes.

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  7. StephscoApril 29, 2013 at 2:26 PM

    Writing crap is bad, but at least it's a starting point :) You can't edit what's not on the page!

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