The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
What can't be said can be written. Because writing is a silent act, a labor from the head to the hand.
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
Texting is fingered speech. Now we can write the way we talk.
Writing has always had that tactile quality for me. It's a physical experience.
In anything you write - in a short story, a poem - there has to be a counter-motion; it can't go all in one direction.
Keep your hands moving. Writing is rewriting.
If your writing collides with the conventional wisdom, there's going to be some kind of friction.
Sometimes God writes straightforward in twisted lines.
Only the hand that erases can write the true thing.