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Quote by Emily Carr 1871-1945

"I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows." E.C.

Just as one does not dig up a plant to see how it grows ---one does not judge the hue or color of a flower until it blooms.

Yet we seem to want, I seem to want, to dissect and judge every piece of my story before it's completed - when it is in its infancy.

That's what I'm thinking about today.
Writing, it really is up and down.
Off here to create today's portion of my story.

Blessings!
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  1. Alissa GrossoJanuary 12, 2011 at 6:03 PM

    Great quote, and I know what you mean about that need to dissect and judge a work in progress. It trips me up on a regular basis.

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  2. PatJanuary 12, 2011 at 6:08 PM

    I've heard so many different recommendations for writing. Write the story straight through; write a chapter at a time - then review. Write every day, then rewrite the next day. Who knows what is right? I guess whatever FEELS right for YOU. The main point is.....WRITE!

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  3. Janet,January 12, 2011 at 6:11 PM

    I agree with Pat. I write many different ways. Do what is best for you. Come join me on Writing Wednesday on my blog. Good luck with your story.

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  4. yayaJanuary 12, 2011 at 7:23 PM

    That's probably why I'm not a writer...even as I think of a story in my head, I'm already tearing it apart, redoing it, throwing it away in the storage section of my brain! Thanks for the recommend of a book in your previous post. I'll check it out!

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  5. Granny KateJanuary 14, 2011 at 8:36 AM

    I write mine until they're done -- but then I have to make sense of what I wrote. Once I lose the fever, writing becomes work -- and I lose the fever as soon as the story is finished the first time. I have three finished novels sitting here waiting for me to make sense of them.

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  6. B. WHITTINGTONJanuary 14, 2011 at 11:08 AM

    Been there and done that and still doing that!
    The most fun is in the creating of story.
    After the creation work is done then it's the letting it marinate. Then the job is to find the story within the story - hard work begins.
    That's why I have more unfinished stories than finished. I honor the creative part and I dishonor the hard work of finishing the product.
    I'm trying to do better. But I'm here to say it's HARD.

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  7. Deb ShuckaJanuary 15, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    I love Emily Carr. Thank you for bringing her words to my consciousness today.

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  8. Elizabeth VollstadtJanuary 19, 2011 at 3:31 PM

    Hey Barb, I 'm just catching up on your blogs. What a great quote from Emily Carr! I have to force myself to "write through" because for me the editing process is easier. Once my story is written, I almost breathe a sigh of relief–it's out! The fine tuning–finding just the right word, having a new insight, making a sudden change–is actually fun. As Pat said, each have to find our own way.

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