Shakespeare published 154 sonnets in his quarto in 1609. While the initial 126 are addressed to a young man, the final 28 are directed toward an enigmatic woman referred to as the dark lady.
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This made me laugh because it is so true. My characters are very real to me. I carry them with me as I do the day to day stuff of living, as they poke and prod and whisper, urging me to get back to the computer, to listen to what they have to say, to capture their stories.
On a good day, they carry me right off into their world, and my own is swept away as they have me in their thrall. Does that make me crazy? Perhaps. Maybe all writers are, in a way. We see the world in a different way I think, more fluid, less solid, malleable, and full of possibilities. It’s what writers and artists have in common with those who were locked away in asylums in days past.
It’s the expression of our madness that saves us. We produce the wild painting or the startling story and the world sees the creative effort as a product of imagination, rather than insanity. And we live in a world that values imagination over madness. There’s some food for thought.
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This is SO true! Thanks for sharing it.
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This is going up next to my workstation!
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Reblogged this on cynthiadumarin and commented:
This made me laugh because it is so true. My characters are very real to me. I carry them with me as I do the day to day stuff of living, as they poke and prod and whisper, urging me to get back to the computer, to listen to what they have to say, to capture their stories.
On a good day, they carry me right off into their world, and my own is swept away as they have me in their thrall. Does that make me crazy? Perhaps. Maybe all writers are, in a way. We see the world in a different way I think, more fluid, less solid, malleable, and full of possibilities. It’s what writers and artists have in common with those who were locked away in asylums in days past.
It’s the expression of our madness that saves us. We produce the wild painting or the startling story and the world sees the creative effort as a product of imagination, rather than insanity. And we live in a world that values imagination over madness. There’s some food for thought.
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