But for one literary dance
I have come to accept that I
tell a decent story.
This may sound like a strange
statement to some… perhaps
especially those who would
like such a talent.
However what I would truly
love is to dance with
the language… to press my
hand gently, yet decidely upon
its back and sway with it
upon a page.
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I came to the conclusion a few weeks back that I cannot write. I am but a babe at the foot of giants whose literary works leave me breathless and confused.
I want to make it very clear that I am not being melodramatic, nor am I seeking any type of encouragement. I am merely voicing what has been going on in my mind for several weeks now.
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