i. This space is not mineWhite walls with empty tablesBut I could grow here ii. Time turned into yearsSpinning faster than its lightI couldn't stop and pause iii. The sun came aroundAsking if I had seen youI sighed at white walls
Touch the glass wall And shatter it all I don’t mean to But I’m about to explode Can’t keep me here for long Unless you want the storm too Cause the chains are gone And I’m tired of waiting ---------For someone else’s approval Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Even in a room full of editors, I was an incognito writer. It's easy to tell a writer from anything else. We think a bit...differently. Our minds stretch in directions that no one else can see. We see the way the world works, turn it a bit, and then write that down. We see a … Continue reading Writers are magical
Writer’s block is a curious thing. You’re faced with a slip n’ slideThat you must turn into a swing,And nothing comes out at all. It looks something like this: Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and that could mean taking a break from writing. Don't be discouraged though. Things always happen, but it's always what you make of it. It doesn't mean you'll never write again or that your writing will turn bad. Everything will be all right.