Sharon Rawlette struggles for a reason why and a way how:

There is no recipe. No blueprint. No line of stepping stones that will lead one to the creation of a brilliant piece of literature without moments of wandering in the dark. We writers strive to bring into being something bold, original, and heart-stoppingly magnificent. But, as clichéd as it may sound, that stuff only arrives by way of inspiration.

Don’t get me wrong. We writers have to work hard. We have to show up. We have to put pen to paper or fingertip to key. We have to cry and sweat and bleed. But there’s no direct link between our suffering and the end result. Our tears, our sweat, our blood get poured out, and then, magically, from somewhere off in left field, the miracle appears. And the end result seems so disconnected from our effort that we wonder why it couldn’t have just shown up earlier, before we had that little visit to hell.

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Meghan Howland, artist
original 24 x 24, oil on canvas


Sharon Rawlette, author – “Homeschooled as a teenager, Sharon Rawlette went on to get a Ph.D. in philosophy from New York University. She worked in New York, Boston, and Paris before moving back to rural Virginia where she now writes, teaches music, and helps raise her eleven-year-old stepdaughter. Her writing has previously appeared in Salon.” (quoted from Flicka)

Meghan Howland, artist – On reviewing her art: “While conveying an ambiguous situation or mood, the viewer is left with the responsibility of resolving what’s happening, thus creating a space where an unending range of emotions, and possibilities, can live.” (from Bowersock Gallery)