Writers and Creators Are About

    Some masters remain in their own tongue, and weave masterpieces of art and literature. Others are distracted by other languages, yet still create and form their oeuvres and stories and epics and tales of woe and love, adventure and passion.

    Some of us dream of doing such things. Yet. We. Are. Left. Along.

    Alone, or out, or on the side. Peripheral. Marginalized? I suppose.

    Yet we consume and absorb as we go.

    Some love the words of the artists: they cling to Faulkner, or some others like Steinbeck, or Hemingway, or Rice or Walker...

    And on we must go. Think. Write, Speak. Communicate. Live. Die.