The life of a writer is one of solitude.
We are either writing–or thinking (pondering) that which we have written and/or hope to write.
That I read your comment last week soon after my essay posted, but am just now responding evidences that we all have less money than time.
Or should I say,
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My mum rang me for my birthday a couple of weeks ago.
She had found my old intermediate school reports – most of my teachers said the same thing: “Elle is very good with her writing and reading but disrupts lessons in class and upsets her classmates.”
Hmmmm – so basically I’m a pain in the ar*e who can read and write – explains why I write.
Working full-time as a palliative care nurse for the past seven years, I’ve rediscovered my inner-child, revisited all the things I dreamed about as a kid.
I don’t think there’s one single person on this earth that hasn’t felt alone and afraid.
When you are able to describe very intense emotions/feelings that you have felt personally – in any form of literature and other people can relate – that is pretty awesome.
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