“I never exactly made a book. It’s rather like taking dictation. I was given things to say.”
– C. S. Lewis
This writing thing is weird.
Let me explain…
Lately I have been in a bit of a slump in my life. I have fallen out of love with something that used to be my biggest passion. My sanctuary. My oasis.
I actually stumbled across a poem I wrote years ago about how I felt about acting. Mind if I share it with you?
The feel of the hot lights on my face –
The way my heart beats wildly just before the curtain rises –
The adrenaline rush.
Reality takes a back seat for two short hours –
Life’s problems are forgotten –
I am no longer me.
Scenes and emotions swirl around me
I get lost in the drama, the melodies;
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