There was a time when the writer was king and she was one of the stars. ♦ But a young girl of twelve rarely has at her disposal a vocabulary worthy of expressing what she thinks and feels. ♦♦ For years she only bled when no one was watching. ♦♦♦ Somehow what I wanted writing to do for me, with me, wasn’t what I’d needed it to do when I was a dreamy (and troubled) young woman testing waters often a little dark for her to truly enter with her whole self. ♦♦♦♦ Now, I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. ♦♦♦♦♦
Links above (in red) are quoted text.
This combistory combines one sentence each from four articles and one art journal page from my travels online this week. Inviting you to read the pieces I found them in is the point of this word play. The authors of these five sentences, in order of placement, are:
Sian Phillips, speaking of the evolutionary theorist and screenwriter Elaine Morgan in the BBC series Hidden Heroines
Colette in an essay quoted by Maria Popova on brainpickings
Wen Redmond art journal page on Instagram
Theresa Kishkan in her recent blog post “I thought it meant something …”
Terry Tempest Williams, Why I Write, found here.
What questions shatter your sleep?