The art of crafting words is more than organizing thoughts
More than fitting letters into a box with a carefully-fashioned bow.
It’s not simply a finished product, an assignment, a performed task.
To write is to wonder, to ponder, to dream.
Writing is not something done merely with pen, paper, or computer.
It’s not even a smattering of words molded into influenceable thoughts.
To be a writer is to be one who loves deeply and envisions keenly.
A writer captures what flits through the air and gives it a home.
Writing is not done in an office or on a laptop.
Inspiration does not come from grammar books and structure.
It emerges from the sounds of birds chirping; dogs ambling; cats rubbing.
It breeds in coffee shops and train cars and quiet meadows.
Writing happens when there is nowhere to write.
It lives in minds that think of nothing but musings.
It is on paper jammed at the bottom of purses, or stuffed into deep pockets
In numerous journals and notebooks; emails and texts.
The finished work is not in the story, but in the one written of;
in the recognition of dreams realized, though otherwise not recognized.
Writing is in the question and answer and mystery and discovery.
In the yesterday, someday. In the maybe or never to be.