Writer’s motivation: Ego. Undeniable. Crying out, know me, know me. See what I have suffered, see how I have loved, see what I can do, see me. Get me. We don’t want our cries to go unheard. We hunger for your touch on the clean black and white polka-dotted page of our latest creation. Getting to know our characters, beauty marks and scars, you get to know us. We awaken your alter selves; they can come out and play with ours. We have a need to share, a raging fire inside us.
Half hour to go. Please don't let everything I love about this country go down the drain! Since I'm not a politico, let me segue to writing. Though I've been slow to work on my next novel, I am thrilled that I managed to write another story and that my writing group thought it was really really funny. Of course I cracked up reading it and couldn't continue. Shelly had to finish reading for me. Are all writers their own best readers? Audience of one? Anyway, have a poem I w