A Writers Tale

Blown Away Like the ocean breeze brushes past my face, My inspiration seems to float away. I stand upon this cliff edge, gazing out at the brilliant turquoise ocean before me, And I gasp at the magnitude of it all, I face the wonder of it all, And yet here I stand, in a state of anxiety… A state of overwhelm at the future of the all in my hands, The gift of entirety, is entirely too much, Or yet it seems it at this moment. I’m listening to the oceans heart beat and the sounds of the tides rolling in, Minute by minute, Hour by hour, I stand frozen by the effects of time and the sounds of every consecutive wave echoes on in my mind for what feels like an eternity, I guess an eternity of being one with the sea can only provide me with the soothing, healing purity of the most sterile and the most awe-inspiring oceans cold, Where the sea creatures which dwell at the depths of such, are beyond our understanding of what conditions are required for ...

So, here I am typing away on my laptop. Keyboard! We meet AGAIN1 Fancy seeing you here. TYping about my character, ideas flowing tof course I was struggling to concentrare AND SO I CAme here to make sense out of the process but no I'm here I'm like a bee flying from flower to flower COLLECTING POLLIN A BEE HUMMINGBIRD My dad had a honey bee nest in his attic  how amazing is that? THe population of bees is on the incline. I thought I wa hearing some alien overlord communicating with me then.... gow stramgelK … This was yesterdays attempts at writing.... The pupose of this blog was to share my story into becoming an official writer and author that people know and respect. I wanted to share with you, what happens when you push through. My right foot was 20 degree pointing at 2 o clock when it should have been at 12... because of a botch job done on my leg after a motorbike accident I was involved in approximately 2 years ago. I had surgery on my right leg on ...