wordswimmer

Where do you look  for poems, for stories, where do you find the words  you need to write, where are they hiding, waiting  for you to discov...

Each day is like opening a book and finding another poem waiting for you sunlight or clouds on the page shadows or raindrops the sound of th...

Full steam ahead you mustn't look back no glancing over your shoulder at the pages you've written or the days that came before this ...

Each morning you put pen to paper hoping words will appear.  You never know what you'll write and so you write to find out what you'...

What will you write about in the days ahead? The future is unknown blank pages waiting to be filled. You can't know ahead of tim...

In my work-in-progress, I feel that I’ve arrived at a turning point, and the question that keeps repeating itself is this: Where does the st...