If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
Write Every thing we love,
Everything an Artist is,
Develops our skillset,
No one can tell you or me what defines us,
Writers are like being Gay,
We are not freaks,
We are artist in the making,
Some people can never define their gifts,
Like being gay who we are is not a choice,
Writers are to a sculptor,
The chunk of whatever medium they see more,
We are not factory made,
We are far from perfect
Its our imperfections that adds to our gift,
My gift came from my grandma who never saw much in her gangly daydreaming good with all animals big boned grand daughter Val,
But I was a different cut of cloth,
Not a narcissist lier,
Nor impressed by her frilly as my kid sister put it ,
Nana’s movie star bedroom,
What impressed me was Nana’s music room and granddad’s books,
Val Whitewolf 