The end result of writing matters so much less than the primal, visceral transformations that occur when you reach deep inside and free the wild words within.
I want to watch your tightly bound creative Life Force energy unfurling. I want to see your words fly free, unencumbered by the chains of conditioned response.
Writing is an act of bravery. To put pen to paper, fingers to keys, and bare your soul is an act of rebellion against the silence. I want to read what you write.
I want to walk you through the pain of procrastination, through the fear of inadequacy, through the shadowlands of doubt. Sure, it's gonna hurt a little and a lot, but I desire to devour your writings.
Like a wolf hot-tracking on the trail of magic, I want to witness you spinning the straw of silence into the gold of self-expression. I want to hold the space while you uncover the shape of your heart and learn to display it through language. Each word, each sentence, each paragraph is a step closer to revealing your truest self.
So, you see, this is really all about me - I'm a selfish bitch that way. I crave the raw, unfiltered expressions of your inner world. I want to be moved, challenged, inspired by your words.
I don't care what it costs; I want every voice on the planet that can bring matter into form through the writing of words to learn how to start expressing that generative power.
And I want it NOW.
This is an invitation, a challenge, a call to arms for every soul whose heart beats in the staccato rhythm of unspoken stories.
Come show me what you can do.
Come show yourself what you're capable of.
Do you desire the sales page? If so, it’s right here.
Writing for yourself will completely transform your life. You never have to hit publish, but please write the words.
XO,
LMW