My writings—word-weavings—used to find their way into essays, articles and ten years’ worth of newspapers columns. Long before blogging, my “Measuring the Marigolds” appeared in several Wisconsin weeklies, and later, in a national venue, because I’d read somewhere that if you really want to be a writer, you should talk your way onto a newspaper column page and face the discipline of regular deadlines. And the criticism of regular readers.
I named my column after Hans Christian Anderson’s song, “Inchworm, inchworm, measuring the marigolds—seems to me you’d stop and see how beautiful they are.” The column was about stopping and seeing. So, I suspect, is SophiaServe.com but with the luxury of my own self-imposed deadlines.
Peter Elbow who wrote Writing without Teachers says that “writing is not so much like filling a basin or pool once, but rather getting water to keep flowing through till finally it runs clear.” So, forgive me for not stopping after filling the bowl once. My writing may never run clear, but you’ll know I tried.
The Writer's Prayer:
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