Snipets #1

I tend to write in bits and pieces. I just watched Becoming Jane (yes i am a straight male). She was a very inspiring lady if you are a writer. Anyway, add to the snipets in the reviews.

I wish I knew love like I know the concept. I wish love had touched me the way my pen had touched it. I wish it could stand before the world and describe my importance. It could explain how I am closer than I appear. It could martyr itself before me as I stand there like the disquished gent in a Jane Austen novel. Instead, I sit here more like Jane.

 

These are not proper thoughts for a man; not in her time nor in mine. These are the mindlings of children. Love is not a character in a story. It is a reason for the page. It is the inevitable result of the ink on the page. It's much like a storm. It has its beauty. It has its destruction. It never tires.

 

Unlike myself. I have tired a thousand times over and still I sit at this desk, searching.

Author's Note

Reviews are nice...however...adding to the piece is better. Long live the snipet

Reviews

searching something in the desk

a letter from the past, inspirations, works, a writer who can write about love that he has never felt. and he searches for that letter he treasures most.

It was a letter he wrote to his muse that he had once perhaps. This muse brought inspiration to him.

(Sadly I feel I was in that same situation myself once upon a time)

But the snippet was wonderful. A lot can be added. That is something I would think might work after your introduction.

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

The truth is TD! Love picks you, so relax man...you will never mistake the signs, they are devastating as your poem so beautifully describes. I am sure we used to be friends? Good poem, I am new here, LLB