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Spread kindness and laughter ... they are wonderfully contagious!
Many notable authors and poets have influenced and inspired my writing (whether it be prose or poetry). Among them: Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, D.H. Lawrence, Pablo Neruda, Emily Dickinson, Ted Kooser, and Mary Oliver.
Nature is another great inspiration to me and I like to incorporate it into my writing whenever possible.
I also love to write of love, romance and sensuality, as well as heartbreak and sorrow.
My main goal is to ensure that the reader truly experiences the emotion of the piece and is either smiling satisfactorily or is moved to tears at the conclusion of the story or poem. I want them to continue thinking about it long after they’ve put it down and be glad they picked it up in the first place.
I love quotations. Below are some of my favorites:
They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you
made them feel ... Carl W. Buechner
Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming
of it ... Helen Keller
Love is so short, and forgetting is so long ... Pablo Neruda
How short a step it is from joy to pain ... Victor Hugo
For an instant our lives met, our souls flowered ... Oscar Wilde
I wonder why ... something like my soul slips from me and goes to you, without choice or question, and wraps itself around you all night, like the breath of the moon. And why I carry the thought of you as constant as any sun in my heart ... Gina Zeitlin
However long the night, the dawn will break ... African Proverb
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished
by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no
hope at all ... Dale Carnegie
A favorite passage from The Horse Dealer’s Daughter by D.H. Lawrence
“She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge. And as he kissed her his heart strained again in his breast. He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shriveled and become void.
Only now it had become indispensable to him to have her face pressed close to him; he could never let her go again. He could never let her head go away from the close clutch of his arm. He wanted to remain like that for ever, with his heart hurting him in a pain that was also life to him.
After the kiss, her eyes again slowly filled with tears. She sat still, away from him, with her face drooped aside, and her hands folded in her lap. The tears fell very slowly. There was complete silence. He too sat there motionless and silent on the hearthrug. The strange pain of his heart that was broken seemed to consume him. That he should love her? That this was love That he should be ripped open in this way – Him, a doctor – How they would all jeer if they knew – It was agony to him to think they might know.
In the curious naked pain of the thought he looked again to her. She was sitting there drooped into a muse. He saw a tear fall, and his heart flared hot. He saw for the first time that one of her shoulders was quite uncovered, one arm bare, he could see one of her small breasts; dimly, because it had become almost dark in the room . . . ”
Accomplishments: I haven’t received any remarkable awards or certifications, I’m just a humble wannabe writer. I’ve written over 300 poems and participated in several poetry workshops/forums. I was published in a poetry anthology called “Twilight Musings” and also in a book of prayers for healing called “Precious Prayers” which benefited the charity Ronald McDonald House. I’ve written several short stories and am working on a novel (or I should say, I need to get back to working on my novel). I love to write, and rewrite, and write, yet again. (I’m already rethinking that sentence–it needs rewriting).
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