The Inner/Outer Writing Paradox (Or, From an Old Oak Desk in New England)

Writers write. Right? Author Michael S. Fedison nails the paradoxical reality that fuels many of us…

Eye-Dancers

Where is your special place, the place where you block out the clutter and noise and distractions, and let your creative energy flow?

Mine is an old oak desk that my father used to use when he was a student in school, decades ago.  It’s solid, heavy, and not designed for the accoutrements of 21st-century digital technology.  But it’s my little oasis to think and dream and create.

oasis

My father actually passed the desk on to me while I was still living with my parents, a high school student with my eyes peeled toward the future, the promise of ten thousand tomorrows, of horizons to be explored and aspirations realized.  We are old friends, my desk and I.  The oak is scarred in spots, dented in others, victim to the long passage of time and the elements.  But the imperfections merely serve to make it more approachable, more real, more

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About Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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2 Responses to The Inner/Outer Writing Paradox (Or, From an Old Oak Desk in New England)

  1. Lyn says:

    I love Michael’s book, The Eye-Dancers. He needs to write another one though 🙂

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