Took some hard hits from my editor last night. Licked my bruised ego and went back to work. Writing is the job of baring your soul so that others can coment and judge your deepest secrets.
I love and fear it... and still I keep going.
I love and fear it... and still I keep going.
Learnin to climb is easy
learning to fall with garce is tough
only in the tumble is true charactor discovered
or discarded
will I stand by my evil lover
or cheap shot her to hell
this is that moment
this is that time
before the sunset shot
and the credit crawl
will I be the stoic
will I cry in pain
will I love
will I
will
And thats what in the end
it comes down to...
WILL...
They will, not mine be done.