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Freedom Of Writing
Writing is a language all on its own. Engineers design materials, structures, machines and systems. Technicians are a master in their own specific field of work.

Writers create worlds, people, emotions, expense, terror, love, romance, entertainment, action, twists, problems and solving them and the list can go on. They say the sky is the limit but a writer even goes beyond that there’s no rules no limits. Our only limit is our imagination and that can stretch pretty far.

Writing may seem easy and boring even to some, but the possibilities and dreams for a writer. Easy, it may be to those who’ve mastered it for decades, but easy it certainly is not. Time consuming it certainly is. But a challenge nonetheless and entertaining as hell even for the writers, and not just the readers.

Writing is passion.
Freedom of the mind.
Freedom of the heart.
Freedom of the soul.
Inspiration feeds it.
The mind creates it.
The heart moves it.

There isn’t a complete guide to writing. For each writer writing is unique. Some writings do research first, others create character profiles for most characters for their story before proceeding and then there’s writers like me who writes down the idea, timeline and start the story and create everything as I go. Go with the flow as I call it. Character profiles and research follows as needed. Find your style – find your way.

There are things the can help you in the right direction, help you carve the foundation of your writing career.

SA Writers College (www.sawriterscollege.co.za) is one of many who goes beyond reach to help and I would highly recommend them to anyone with a passion for writing.


Random Writing Excerpts...


Elephant...
Dust hanging in the air around my legs, I looked down at the sand below
The breeze flapping through my ears the whistling sounds of long ago
My mind wanders back to the time of my ancestor herd and breed
Everything was covered in ice, the wind dancing in the air with need

Snapped back to reality with human's voices echoing through the air
As they are gathered around my cage thinking my habitat here is fair
Smoke hanging in the air, plastic bands and garbage everywhere to be seen
Longing for my ancient memories wild and free, meadows and fields ever so green

Sharing a small piece of ground with a few more of my kind
Thankful I should be, alone and loneliness I could have find
Long ago we lived together families, clans, and subpopulations
Forever under our eldest leader lead and lived with our close relations

Footsteps on the ground knowing your feeding time is not far behind
From this living I cannot hide, fear and pride is all in mind
I'm well taken care of, out here rain drops wash all over me,
My own little piece of home where I am free
    © 2011 by Natashja Singleton

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