An excerpt from my book root, available now on Amazon.
Before you fall in love with a writer, understand that every chapter must matter. You cannot confine a writer to your territorial/reactive impulses. Even the past has the potential to become art framed by a pen. It is the way we as writers navigate. Please, find a way to be okay with that. Don’t hold our compasses (words) against us. It is possible to live just as deeply in a writer’s heart as we live in our minds. We’re just as present in our hearts. Just, sometimes…our imagination is the only passport we have. Only you know if you want to board separate jets. But know this…no one can love you as consciously or as freely as a writer. No one sees you like a writer sees you. You are already poetry waiting to be written. Feel the world, hold my hand. Tight.