Soulless Elf
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LAZY me.
Heh heh. I decided to post this from Writer's Craft. It had CATS so Luc should like it <^_^>
WRITING IS.
Writing is a cat, napping in a patch of warm sunlight. Calming, companionate, and cunning, just as writing is, or can be.
Writing is warmth, love, and playfulness. Words play with emotions, a cat playing with a ball of yarn, unravelling, tangling, trailing, straggly emotions… created by words, created by writing.
Love your writing, nurture it, and it will be a source of warm comfort for the bleakest times.
Neglect, abuse, ignore your writing, your cat, and what will you have? A hissing, angry, claw-wielding thing, for which you can muster no affection. Words can comfort… words can scratch.
Writing is a cat, tail twitching, ears alert, eyes narrowed; ready to strike. Words dart at you, a well-aimed pounce, knocking the breath from you.
Sentences slither between your shins, every secret revealed, sleeping at the foot of your bed, hearing your mutters. Paragraphs narrow their yellow eyes at you, seeing through you; you know… you know they describe your every feeling.
Novels bounce through your life, intertwining themselves with you, influencing, subtly, cat-like, your life. A series sinks its claws into the furniture of your mind, catching your attention, ripping the conservative fabric, exposing the gentle fluff of your imagination.
Writing is a cat, slinking through the darkest corners of your mind, upending settled boxes, pawing the unwanted thoughts pushed into the storage cupboard. It is the frightening mew shattering the silence of night, it is the scarce-heard patter of cat feet invading your home, it is the light furry weight settling on your head late at night.
Words, phrases, shine at you from a dark alleyway, glowing green in the blackness, moving towards you when you try to back away. Shut the book, close the internet window, fold the page in half, and they scurry away.
*~*Jo*~*
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