Christine Wilcox Anderson
Corporate word herder by day, aspirational writer all of the time, and perpetual student of life on this rock.
Enough now. Enough of the stops, don'ts, doubts, blank stares at empty pages – it’s just a manufactured anesthetic. The Death card has turned up for Ego –
as I've grown older I've come to know, what I've believed about beautiful is no more than paint to a canvas, chisel to marble, words to a page -
Before the First Draft
The problem, she said, with being a writer is, it’s never done. The line never ceases movement even when the end arrives –