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Wednesday, May 18, 2011

THE WRITER'S FRIEND ( over heard in a cafe)


'Lady Bird'   by   Trish
  "If anyone asks me what I do, I reply with pride, and dignity,  I'm a writer, yes I write! 

True, I've not as yet had anything published,
but absolutely everybody knows it's an
almost impossible field to break into, and besides,
 the crown jewels have already, been filched!

What do I mean by the crown jewels? Filched?
Opportunities, connections to those who pull the strings
that make the wheels of the world turn. No, a better word
than turn is spin!
All the people with power, in my area, of creation,
 have had, their pet poets, writers, wisdom warriors,
of the future, decided upon. long ago.

How do I know this? Experience! oh naive one, experience! And keeping my eyes and ears open at all times.
Who chose the people now in power, before they were in power? How should I know? Those sort of questions
that lead nowhere, will get you exactly that, nowhere!

If there's one thing a writer can not afford, it is to be
distracted. Focus is the key!

write, write, write, then whittle it all down, down to nothing!
until the essence of it has been distilled once and forever!
Then put the cork in the bottle, and pop it in the post box, off to an editor!

Well thanks for the chat,  I thought you seemed a bit down when you arrived.
Hope I've lifted your spirits, and do keep up the good work,
your style is bound to find a corner one day. After all, your writing is so easy to read, one,
 need barely think about it. By the way, my choice of the word filched, was poor, not nearly strong enough".
Bye.

Tushie     1986

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