What better to inspire those Wild Words, than playing with animals masks at Chateau de Puivert.
When I write, I divide my inner world in two. There’s the writer, and there’s the editor. Often they have an employee-boss working relationship.
Dear Writers, wild ones, For 2019, how about we give a load of stuff up? Let’s bring THE END to the things that aren’t serving our writing. It’s easier to do it together, don’t you think?
Bright, luminous, rich, shiny, sunny, burnished, clear, flashing,
The wind fluttering papery leaves. Eyes screwed up against the bare, white light of December.
To write or tell words that live, breathe and jump off the page, we first have to discover, or re-discover, an attitude of wonder and revelation in relation to the world around us.
Great storytelling coming as much from an embodied place, a place of emotion, body sensations and sensory impressions, as from our heads.