The notebooks set buried beneath piles. The pages are brittle, yellowed and empty. The blog posts are historic. No audience, or ideas have risen. The ink pens are rubber banded and the ink has run dry. This is the silence of a sleeping writer. The deeper the sleep, the harder to rise.
A muse whispers.....fresh. The word evokes a call to her spirit. Another start. A rising from the depths of dreams and nightmares.
Wake up writer and share your voice. Come find that slumbering talent. It is time to create, time to speak. Call to your characters, their stories and emotions. Be inspired by your passions.
Walk to your fresh start....write writer, write.
