Where do the Words Come From?

My mother reluctantly told me she knew how to fly as a child. Sometimes she said childhood childhood, warmth, loneliness, and summer afternoon, she said she would lie down on her grandfather's small farmer's porch. She lies there and feels rough, a weathered plate pushes that part into the skin of her back, legs, and arms, then closes her eyes and becomes very quiet. As she imagines her appearance and lies there as though it were a few feet away, the less you feel the plate under her to imagine this.

Occasionally, very few - very few - the image has no words. It has a sound of words. That is words themselves, but this is a word I can not transcribe in the language in which I was written. These drawings are perfectly shaped and easy, but their meaning is obvious to me. For others, they are not noticeable in my other work, indeed they may appear quarterly than usual, but this is an important part of my appeal. Therefore, if drawing is unexpected, it can not be used as a graphic without prompting. However, it is used here (permitted in the context). These pictures are private pleasures - not the pictures themselves, their creation process, the process of painting, this is different from the torture and longevity of all my books. Like an early morning dream.

I did not use too much of my words for my sentences. I may be an avid reader, but my language approach is pretty simple when it comes to putting paper and a pen on paper. If you can not find the correct word, go to the thesaurus. I do not want to choose words that most readers do not understand, otherwise I risk danger of ignoring my sentences. I think it is a joke if they think they will draw a dictionary to find that word. They skip it and go to the next sentence. If you overuse too many unfamiliar words, they will stop reading at all. I make my prose less attractive so if you want to read what I wrote, who knows?

Oh, this reminds me of 1,000 words written every morning. Again, these words are always displayed, and I already know that some thousand page words are displayed on the page - and I am satisfied with the content surprised. They used to be too difficult, but they are current at the moment. I am looking forward to write it down now, I am hoping to learn something and create something that I can think of while walking long distances with older dogs. This keeps me going to the morning page, scribbs down anything I think and sits comfortably and comfortably with pen and paper. When I started the morning edition for the first time, it was full of fear. Now this is a part of me, what I do every morning. I never have to think about what I should write. What did I write to find myself?