posted at 12/09/09 - 04:38 PM

What Intoxicates my mind?
The language of prose. It's like acting--but on paper. I can be whomever I choose, a silly sally, a demure maiden, or quite the comedian at times. I can also be a person of questionable repute. Ahh, that opens up a whole new world, so many adventures, so many tarty ladies to mimic--who's to stop my pen from letting me go where the faint-hearted dares to wander? And then there's always the mysterious lady who shows up whenever excitement throbs; and the toughy girl who takes on the proud, peacock males, bringing them to the wimpy stage. I can be any, or all of these women--on paper, in my heart, in my mind. It's delightful! And the places I can take myself via the written word, how delicious, at no cost, no waiting in line for admittance--I'm there with just a stroke of the pen. Who do I think I am? I'm a writer, of course. ET
I am deeply passionate about my writing, and travels, the meeting of new friends, and the oddity of a situation. My eyes seem to move at will, without my mind directing them. Sometimes I am delighted and intrigued, but then again, I've been humbled by the experience. For instance, today I was shopping at a warehouse near me, and when at the car, my eyes went to the front wheel, a glass bottle had been placed up against the tire; if my eyes had not sought to travel there, I would have backed right over a large glass bottle causing damage to a good tire...my curious eyes saved me...as they have done on numerous occasions.

posted at 11/12/09 - 01:46 PM

I write! But, when I write, there is a lot going on with me: my mind is totally engaged, my senses open to the action marking my words, my thoughts clearly focused on the character of the moment, and my hands working across the keyboard of my computer. There is no room in my head for distraction, the prose being put in print disallows any interference. I become whomever is speaking; I reside wherever my character is; I feel whatever emotion my character is experiencing, and if tears are required, I cry, if pain is required, an ache goes through me, and if joy exists in my words, a smile shapes my face. As I said in the beginning...I write...it energies all of me!