Slice of Life Story Challenge March 27 - May I Quote You On That?
I was asked by a teacher yesterday, If she could take a look inside my writer’s notebook. I agreed. I am always prepared to share. After all, that's what writer’s do.
When she handed it back to me, she thanked me for sharing, and then commented on some of the quotes, she had noted while scanning the pages. ‘Where did you find these quotes? She asked.
I told her that I source them from everywhere I go. Some of them I hear, many of them I read on my regular reading journeys through books, the Internet, Twitter, and Facebook.
As we talked, I began to consider why I gather such material. As writers, we are gatherers and collectors. I believe I harvest these words because they inspire me to greater efforts. I harvest them because they remind me of my responsibilities as an educator. Some of them are just plain funny and I embrace the opportunity to have a good laugh. Some quotes are collected because they contain vital messages I can share with others. Occasionally I am to apply them to writing pieces to support the thrust of my work.
So, I am grateful to this teacher, for she enabled me to reflect upon an aspect of my practise as both a writer and an educator.
Here are some examples of recent quotations from the pages of my notebook:
‘Never use a metaphor, simile or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print.’
‘Life is short, make sure you are wearing your happy pants.’
A woman being interviewed on television
‘Writing comes reading and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.’
‘I can’t write without a reader. It’s precisely like a kiss – you can’t do it alone.’
‘Don’t put your fingers in your mouth when you’re pushing a supermarket trolley.’
‘Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies
‘If moths are so attracted to light, how come they only go looking for it at night?’
‘Writing… happens everywhere and always, whenever your mind encounters a thought it wants to wrap words around,’