Rolling Pebbles

I love that moment, when the words begin to flow onto the page and my keyboard sounds like a gentle stream massaging rolling pebbles.  I have finally finished a journey of earning a degree as a non-traditional student.  There were may late nights and over 100 of mile round trip commutes.  In the end it was worth it.  Writing I feel is not much different than working out.  Number 1, you have to show up.   Number 2, you have to have a plan and start.  Number 3, when it burns and you want to quit, keep going.

I have several stories that have been sleeping because of Water Statistics and Capstones.  It is time to wake them up, to show up, plan, and keep the pebbles moving.

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Copyright © 2019 Zachary W. Gilbert

Dear Writer, about that broken pen

Dear Writer,

Sorry, that I have been away for awhile.  I have been busy on my journey to my first four year degree.  I wont be earning it until I am 41 years old.  Isn’t writing the same?  Why do writers consider failure to be permanent within one failure, and one rejection.  I tried to go to Art College in my twenties.  I learned about story, and character development, but before my junior year was over, and I realized I was spread very, very thin, I quit.  I thought my failure was permanent.  It took years for my to dust myself off and try writing.  Failure is only be temporary, if you get back up, and are perpetually trying.  Dear Writer, your readers are out there, waiting for your tale.  It may not be for everyone, but be assured, it is for them.  Your next project may be your breakthrough project.  Your next submission, might be the one chosen.  I find joy in the act of writing.  I will do so until I die.  As for my readers, I will embrace them when we finally meet.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W. Gilbert

 

Drink up words, drink up people

I am an avid learner.  My favorite question is,

“What is your story?”

 

Like groundwater, hidden in the belly of the earth,

I pump ideas out of my mind and onto the paper.

Characters, plots, and subtext evaporates as stories,

are watered for the ultimate harvest.

 

The volume of my mental aquifer will soon be depleted,

if I do not read, and drink up new ideas in flowing words.

The resource of writing will go dry and die of thirst,

if I do not listen, and drink up the tales of others.

 

A writer cannot live without the water of the reader,

a reader cannot live without the streams of the writer,

a beautiful and fragile ecosystem, must be cared for,

because a resource robbed from a cycle, is lost forever.

 

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert