tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884357133426747280.post6717545978517863031..comments2023-08-19T10:14:53.410-04:00Comments on Chez-Ami: Acts of FaithChez Amihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16770834440604616829noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884357133426747280.post-13572696384786841842009-01-10T10:55:00.000-05:002009-01-10T10:55:00.000-05:00I think you have hit the nail on the head with you...I think you have hit the nail on the head with your identification of the challenge of getting an idea that is rambling around inside your head - complete with visual setting, dialogue, place and purpose - translated into words that convey the same thing. <BR/><BR/>I tend to gnaw at a piece, sometimes obsessively, until the words convey just what I want them to. And that's the source of the fear, I find, that I cannot get it right, that the vision remains locked in the head and is unable, no matter how many times I take a crack at it, to get out the way it should. <BR/><BR/>And I envy you, having the time to place the 'ass in the chair' and dedicate some serious think time to your vision. If only . . .Leohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10339296590669071730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3884357133426747280.post-52372072740869547062009-01-09T22:31:00.000-05:002009-01-09T22:31:00.000-05:00The thought: "Stories are how I make sense of my l...The thought: "Stories are how I make sense of my life and the world, how I attempt to create some order--and beauty--out of chaos." is quite beautiful. It describes the reason that so many people MUST read before they go to bed, the reason that so many people couldn't live without reading, and possibly writing as well. The reason that so many people are still happy in their lives--because your book, your story, your key to the past is right on your bedside table. Thank you.peacelovesweetnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01625648911837738761noreply@blogger.com