Pen to paper, paper to pen, which is it....do i
find the paper to write or does the paper find me? I have always kept a journal
(since my teen days), but the passion to write has only grown and became stronger
over the years.
There are times I wish I wasn't so passionate about writing, because of the
demands of the art, but I can't imagine not writing and seeing some sort of
result from my words.
Writing is like the picture a painter paints...and the paper is the
canvas.....the pen the brush. With pen in hand I put the point to paper and
begin to form the words that come to my mind. some letters take an upward
stroke....such as the "t".....some letters take a curly trail...such
as the "s"....and others can be just plain boring...such as the
"i," but all the letters that i use to form words are
important....just as each stroke a painter makes on his canvas....without the
letters....without the strokes what would the picture be?
sometimes my mind wonders back into time. living in the state in which i live
just oozes at its borders with history. this place was the first place my
ancestors came when they left there their home of
In
The ships they traveled on were filthy....the odor of urine and sickness
filtered the air, but the desire and the need for freedom ran stronger and
deeper than the odor that surrounded them.
(another page I started years ago)
The background picture on this site is the Rhine River in Germany.
