Inspiration- but not from me

I'm feeling a bit under the weather today. So, I'm sharing my new favorite quote. It's by John Vorhaus from Writer Unboxed. I loved it so much, I printed it out and put it above my desk.



"LET YOUR LIFE RISE.  The practice of writing is one of deep psychological intrusion.  In becoming the writer you wish to be, you naturally undergo major transformations in terms of the person you are.  Let these changes take place.  As you gather awareness, you improve as a writer; as you improve as a writer, you gather awareness.  Let your life rise and your writing will follow; let your writing rise and your life will follow."

Genius, yes?

Now, go read his entire post. It's just as good.

Comments

  1. Sleepy JoeAugust 28, 2012 at 12:38 PM

    That is a fab quote, now I am off to do as I am told!

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  2. TangledLouAugust 28, 2012 at 3:15 PM

    This is just wonderful. Thank you so much for sharing it.

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  3. MarianneAugust 28, 2012 at 5:53 PM

    Hope you feel better soon! Thanks for the link!

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  4. UnknownAugust 29, 2012 at 5:08 AM

    I love that quote. I have been playing a lot with that idea in my book writing and I loved the whole article. Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Julie DeMilleAugust 29, 2012 at 7:19 AM

    You're all very welcome! I'm so glad I came upon that website. Loads of great writing advice.

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