I keep opening doors one by one, but nothing leads outside.
There is no destination before me, so I turn back.
In the middle of the room, a typewriter sits on a table with sheets of paper and corrective tape.
I sit down, clicking away hoping that if I write the correct story one of those doors will open.
If I use the right keywords to engage the readers, they won’t put the book down.
That someone will open it, and it will speak to them.
That is what it takes to open someone’s eyes, to give them hope is to write in a way that it tugs at the soul.
It’s what all writers are reaching for.
Each one of us hopes for so that a door will open, and we won’t be stuck in the middle of the room with all the doors leading out-blocked by so many things: Doubt, writers’ block, the perception of others views of us. These ideas must be pitched in the trash like a manuscript you were unhappy with.
Angela K. Crandall