Writing Partner
July 22, 2026
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When writers get itchy and twitchy to start, With fingers ready for typing, fire in the heart, You dash to the desk with a spark
When writers get itchy and twitchy to start, With fingers ready for typing, fire in the heart, You dash to the desk with a spark
We should write today and not ask when, Not waiting for inspiration to show up again. For moods like to wander and naps often call,
A lamp was lit with purpose clear, Not forged for shade or silent fear, Yet many set it low and small, Behind the wall, not
On clouds in Heaven, some may play harps soft and slow. Don’t search for me there. I have better places to go. While God’s angels
You can’t tiptoe boldly or whisper out loud, Or hide in the corner and still shout to the crowd. You don’t lock all your doors
Emotion pops up like a frog leaping from a log, From a thought or a feeling or brain-wiggled cog. Unannounced, it jumps in with a
I wanted it now—not later. Not sometime when. I tapped on my desk and click-clicked my pen. “Why must I wait?” I said with a
We grumble at weaknesses. We groan, and we sigh. “We must fix this flaw,” we say. “Oh my. Oh my!” But sometimes that crack, that
Some folks are so fearful, they won’t step outside, They lock all their doors, trying to feel safe inside. Others rush ahead where angels wouldn’t
A psychiatrist once said, with a tilt and a grin, “There’s pain to avoid and pleasure to be in. Those two forces drive us from
If I could sit with a book to just listen and learn, With an author I love, at a campfire’s warm turn, I wouldn’t ask,
God is greater than we can imagine. Immensely so— More worthy of praise than we could ever know. So clap, dance, and shout. Let your