Writing is making love under a crescent moon: I see shadows of whats to come, and its enough; I have faith in what I cant see and its substantiated by a beginning, a climax, an ending. And if its an epic novel in hand, I watch the sunrise amid the twigs and dewing grass; the wordplay is what matters.Simply put, Im in love, and any inconvenience is merely an afterthought.The sun tips the horizon; the manuscript is complete. The author, full of profound exhaustion, lays his stylus aside. His labor of love stretches before him, beautiful, content, sleeping, until the next crescent moon stars the evening sky.

About This Quote

About Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations

Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations.

More quotes by Chila Woychik, On Being a Rat and Other Observations

Related Quotes