THE SOUL MUST SPEAK, AND LONGS TO BE HEARD

Camped Out in the Fallow Fields

February 25, 2012

Tags: Fiction, writing, writing ficion, dreams, reincarnation, immortality

I'm not writing a word of fiction these days, and it feels just fine. From ancient times, farmers have rotated crops, planted one but let another lie fallow for a season so the depleted soil can rest and replenish. For years I worked on WHERE THE LAKE BECOMES THE RIVER, my first novel, and (more…)
I wondered, Why are so many of us compelled to write?...and the Muse, riding shotgun, replied, "The soul must speak, and longs to be heard."

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