I awaken to the bright eye of my lover awaiting me. I arise and we become as one. The poetry of wordless love and passion. How will it end?
The haunting strains, plucked by nimble fingers, made my skin roughen. I peeked through the doors and saw the light gleaming on the green guitar. I smiled. The melody would be another success. A new piece of wordless poetry, to share with the world.
This is the most important person I know in this forum. She has her priorities straight. The best to have at your back.
Knight lives up to his name... He is honorable, trustworthy and honest. I am proud to call him friend!
The best I can say is that I am glad she likes road trips. I love to travel myself. And she has chosen a marvelous flower for her symbol.
I am righty, my wife is lefty.
I am ambidextrous but dominant Lefty. I was an original lefty but my wrist was broken when I was 10 and I taught myself to do stuff righty wise so that I could stay in school and still do the stuff I like. I continued to use my right as often as I could and now I do what with whichever hand I grab with.
I write mostly lefty and shoot mostly lefty though...
My daddy had a coffee cup made for several years ago that reads on it...
Hire left handed people just to watch them write! and on the other side it says...
Left handed people are the only ones in their right mind!
Tee hee!!
At last count I had about 2012 books.
Give me a piece of advice to help me become a better writer?
Jane Austen. That would be so great!
How many books do you have in your personal library?
Perhaps I am a rarity among writers but I have never been at a loss for words, either spoken or written. But each form of communication necessarily takes a different form. The written word is notoriously more formal in tone (unless the subject deals with the common), and is much more difficult to formulate because of this. I find that writing takes more patience and forbearance than the spoken word. Speaking can be more fun, writing can be more gratifying. Both can be soul developing. And a way into your own heart.
Everything, except gospel.
If you were to be anywhere else in the world, where would you be?