This title is not as delicious sounding as pheasant under glass, but the shapes, textures and colors of this composition were pleasing to my eye despite their humble origins.
We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.
………~ Natalie Godlberg (one of my favorite writers about writing)