from the thief of quotations.
this was, in fact, the first post over there. me reassuring me. i re-read it now and know i was right.
your own words are the best of course
the ones you pull from who knows where - the ones that appear from thin air or the ones you planted long ago and forgot about, the ones growing all this time in the secret dark places of your soul. they're the best, they say you. nevermind that you worry about them, are afraid to say them out loud. they're the best. those are the ones worth stealing. those are your stories and no one else has them.
make up your own words. see that nevermind up there in the paragraph above? spellcheck hates that word, tells me all the time how wrong it is. never mind that nevermind is exactly what i mean. it's the place where you stop thinking and start writing.
"In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more... respect for it than for the lovely, perfect weed-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable." ~ Ernest Hemingway