Why does
action-thriller writer David Morrell write?
Well, he
claims he’s got an “inner ferret.”
Apparently
this weaselly thing gnaws at his organs...
And
unless Mr. Morrell cares to lose a spleen, liver, or some such, he must write
to make it stop.
Whoa.
Well, I
am happy to report that I do not have an inner ferret (or outer ferret either,
for that matter).
But I do
have a flock of birds.
Every
morning I can feel their wings beating against my little cage of rib.
On some
days it’s a murder of crows…
or
lamentation of swans.
Most of
the time, I’m pretty sure it’s a lubberly parcel of penguins.
But the
make or model never really matters, because the directive is always the same –
Take up
a pen or paintbrush.
Pick the
lock.
Set them
free.
PROMPT: Why do you create? What inner animal
moves your muse? Grizzly? Platypus? Um…termite?
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