“Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me leave to do my utmost.”
~Isak Dinesen
Oh, Isak, I get it!
I want to write, have to write, intend to write.
Then stuff gets in the way.
Internal. External. Stuff.
Circumstance, thought, diversion, onus…stuff.
Yet The Writing waits.
The Writing sits in the basement of my mind, peering up through the cracks in the floor. It waits for me to open the door, walk through the dark, down the steep, narrow stairs and bring it up. Bring it into the light. Bring The Writing into being.
The Writing waits ~for me~ to write.
Tell me…what is waiting for you? And what are you waiting for?
