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Why I Write
When I write, I draw on my experiences as a woman with a painful past, a rapturous wife and mother, a world traveler, and a spiritualist. For me, writing is an art form. Like an artist, the work becomes more than I imagined it would be. When I set out to write a story with a particular idea or character in mind, words I cannot claim as my own flow from a magical and mysterious place through me and onto paper. The work takes on a life of its own; it is living art. The process fascinates me, satiates me, and makes my life more meaningful.
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Blog, Blog, Blog #723093 added April 27, 2011 at 8:39am
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'W' is for...?
Yesterday's A-Z prompt word was 'Vanity.' So many of you here and on Blogger.com guessed right, which is awesome feedback for me! Thanks everyone  !
Today's 'W' prompt word is depicted by a character in the excerpt below. See if you can guess what emotion/feeling/state of mind I've described that begins with 'W'. (This one may be tough, but I hope not!) Can't wait to read your comments!
Here's my 'W' entry:
Gobi Chanel breezed through the crowded nightclub as if she were the only person in the place. The Red Sea of dancing, drinking patrons sensed her presence or perhaps they smelled her perfume, for they parted before her, opening a pathway to the dance floor.
Under the sparkling mirrored ball, she began to move her hips. Her body swayed with serpentine grace, drawing every mesmerized eye in the room.
As the music regained its control on the crowd, it moved in and collapsed Gobi’s corridor. A tall man with mocha skin shimmied up to her. She narrowed her eyes in a gaze of seduction which the man acknowledged by placing his hands on her hips. They moved together, her hips grinding against his. When the song ended, he spun her into a dip.
The next song was up-tempo, and Gobi added some popping moves to her gyrations. She turned and found herself face-to-face with a muscular blond. Her moves mirrored his, and when he pulled her close to him, she pressed her curves against his chiseled chest.
And Gobi began to grind her hips.
Any ideas what emotion/feeling/state of mind I've described here? Love to hear your guesses! Thanks for reading and have a splendid day!
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