Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Pictures Of A New Book: Part Three

The absolute most dangerous thing a writer can do is search for support. Friends, family and whomever else decides to listen while the art falls from the writing instrument will never, can never and shouldn't ever be expected to feel with the same emotions the writer felt while the words were leaping from passing clouds causing rain storms in your hollow eyes. This photo was taken while sitting next to a Southern Pond in Charleston, South Carolina. Each morning I was greeted by visitors that wanted nothing from my writing. I've always believed they...not me...are the true messenger. My job as the writer was to listen to how they'd layout the pages of the story quickly becoming my next book.

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