“ I miss those childish days of long ago, when one day was as long as twenty are now ... ”
A writer's goal is to weave the ordinary into fine silk and the truly extraordinary into diaphanous clarity ...
~ C.j. Heck
We writers are a crazy group. I can't think of any other profession where the actual work is deep within, uncomfortable, and wanting out.
We all have an inner voice, our personal whisper from the universe. All we have to do is listen -- feel and sense it with an open heart. Sometimes it whispers of intuition or precognition. Other times, it whispers an awareness, a remembrance from another plane. Dare to listen. Dare to hear with your heart.
May you always see the world through the eyes of a child.
