“Shy writers die.” — Shreya Vikram (in an email to Paul Sunstone).
“The moment you feel that, just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked, exposing too much of your heart and your mind and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself. That’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.” — Neil Gaiman.
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13 thoughts on ““Shy Writers Die.””
Totally true.A friend told me there is beauty in vulnerability last night.
So true Paul.. We are all born naked, if we are able to bare our soul, and be naked with our minds thoughts, we’ll be reborn again through our own power of writing……..
Under The Snow.
We emanate to a birthday.
We deflate to a final day.
Birthdays, they all come, they all go.
Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.
Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.
Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.
Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.
Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.
What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.
What’s it all mean to live and to die.
Nothing. If one feels no calling to speak truth to the world. Most people don’t. But if you do feel a calling to speak truth — you must speak honestly.
So very true. I can really relate to this, as it is a dilemma I have often faced as a writer. These words are truly consoling and reassuring.Thanks for sharing!
Totally true.A friend told me there is beauty in vulnerability last night.
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Truer words never spoke, bro.
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True bro.
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So true Paul.. We are all born naked, if we are able to bare our soul, and be naked with our minds thoughts, we’ll be reborn again through our own power of writing……..
Under The Snow.
We emanate to a birthday.
We deflate to a final day.
Birthdays, they all come, they all go.
Birthdays, in the sunshine, under the snow.
Birthdays, slow to mature, quickly an aeon.
Birthdays, before we are born, after we are gone.
Birthdays, hanging on by a breath.
Birthdays, nailed to a cross ’til death.
What’s it all mean to be alive and cry.
What’s it all mean to live and to die.
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WOW! Ivor! That is so awesome! Just WOW!
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Deep thoughts, from a time when I was in deep pain ……when we are at our most vulnerable……we write what we are truly feeling…….
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Yes, I have seen that so often. We quite often write most honestly when we are in pain. Great point!
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Indeed! As difficult it is to bare oneself, bare all thoughts, all emotions do we start living.
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YES! That’s when we start living! Brilliant!
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What is the point of getting it right when exposing oneself creates pain and vulnerability.
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Nothing. If one feels no calling to speak truth to the world. Most people don’t. But if you do feel a calling to speak truth — you must speak honestly.
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So very true. I can really relate to this, as it is a dilemma I have often faced as a writer. These words are truly consoling and reassuring.Thanks for sharing!
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