The writer’s mind can glow, illuminated by a great idea in an instant—and snuff it out just as fast.
I wonder—how many great stories died on the table because the surgeon deemed them redundant and pointless? Is it the tale or how it is spun and weaved that makes it spectacular? We fickle bunch of crazies just need to push ahead regardless of our self-destructive doubt. If our creations fail to breathe so be it—but giving up is a coward’s recoil.
“the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.” ~Victor Frankenstein
I’ll not go into that long night swallowed by regret. I’ll not plague myself with the thought of what could have been. I will walk on—inspire—succeed…if only for my own mind’s sake. I cannot abide excuses for quitting—while the greatest stories lie untold.
Written by Matthew – 2015 – I have no rights to the video found on YouTube
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