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Sunday, March 20, 2016

Worry destroys the ability to write.” — Ernest Hemingway

Its been quite a while since I’ve posted anything, but sometimes life can get busy … very busy!!

First things first, it’s great to be back and writing again!

A sincere thank you to those who read my stories. It’s a strange thing writing a story. You assemble a bunch of random words, attempting to create something meaningful (at least to yourself) and when it feels right, you launch it into space where you likely will never know what, if any, impact your words have made on another human being.

At times, someone will make a comment, or give you a thumbs up “like it” (whatever that means), which is encouraging, but not like a real conversation at all.

So here I am stuffing another message into a bottle, corking it tightly and tossing it into a sea of words.

Will it reach another shore?
Will the words I write touch anyone deeply?
Will the short stories inspire enough to purchase a book?
Does it even matter that I bother to write and post anything?

I guess if those were the only questions that mattered no-one would ever write anything.

My husband loves writing poetry, and I watch the struggle between the words that resembles an addiction. There is an itch that must be scratched, a driving force that must be focused and released. What I’ve observed is that a poet must write poetry, regardless of the audience, whether to a house full or to an empty chair. It’s not all about money, or fame, or the random comments of strangers, it’s the poetry. The poem is the reason a poet writes. There are times that the individual words, random bits of rhyme’s, or a time in his life will haunt his conscious mind until it’s written down and set free.

It’s the same with writing stories. In order for the creative process to work, it must be given free reign and allowed to live outside the person’s mind … heart. That’s what I’m doing here, giving my words some air with the hope that they too may breathe.

I do hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I do.

As Andy Warhol once said, “Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if it’s good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art.”

‘Eleven Miles to Nowhere’

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. ‘Eleven Miles to Nowhere’ Copyright © 2016 by Tianna Filley. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.

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