Comments on winncollier: Writing with the Body

and when you've written enough with your life, bat...

2009-06-21T09:37:30.230-04:00

and when you've written enough with your life, battered and torn, then where does the fire come to write with words when so weary? After all, Jesus never wrote a single word on paper, it was other's that did that... his living and dying and living is the only book

Michael, I think you misspelled "Willy Wonka."

2009-06-16T09:30:37.201-04:00

Michael, I think you misspelled "Willy Wonka."

I love that quote, Michael. Thank you.

2009-06-16T08:41:44.454-04:00

I love that quote, Michael. Thank you.

Great post, Winn. As a fellow writer (and fellow C...

2009-06-15T09:45:03.887-04:00

Great post, Winn. As a fellow writer (and fellow Christ follower), I wrestle with the same questions often. I'm currently reading F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Crack-Up, in which he speaks of the same imperative of transparency and courage in the true writer, and of his own broken journey along those lines. Seems so much of the art of writing isn't the writing part at all, but rather the willingness to fully engage life, especially the nooks and shadows of the heart and human experience where others fear to go, and then to report back to the world the truths we find there. I'm reminded of O’Shaunghessy's declaration:

"We are the music makers, we are the dreamers of dreams, wandering by lone sea-breakers, and sitting by desolate streams--world-losers and world-forsakers, on whom the pale moon gleams; we are the movers and shakers of the world forever, it seems."