Get yourself a notebook and write in it EVERY night for two weeks. Then stop if you can. If you can't, you're a writer.
When you write for children, don't write for children. Write from the child in you. - Charles Ghigna
When you write for children, don't write for children. Write from the child in you.
- Charles Ghigna
Don't search for inspiration when you have a task to do; Just start your work and you will see that it will soon find you. - Charles Ghigna
Don't search for inspiration when you have a task to do; Just start your work and you will see that it will soon find you.
Close your eyes and look inside, A mirror shines within; To find where you are going, First see where you have been. - Charles Ghigna
Close your eyes and look inside, A mirror shines within; To find where you are going, First see where you have been.
Get yourself a notebook and write in it EVERY night for two weeks. Then stop if you can. If you can't, you're a writer. - Charles Ghigna
Enter the writing process with a childlike sense of wonder and discovery. Let it surprise you. - Charles Ghigna
Enter the writing process with a childlike sense of wonder and discovery. Let it surprise you.
I write poems for children to help them celebrate the joy and wonder of their world and to look at their lives from the inside out. I write humorous … - Charles Ghigna
I write poems for children to help them celebrate the joy and wonder of their world and to look at their lives from the inside out. I write humorous …
The path to inspiration starts upon the trails we've known; each stumbling block is not a rock, but just a stepping stone. - Charles Ghigna
The path to inspiration starts upon the trails we've known; each stumbling block is not a rock, but just a stepping stone.
They say that love is always blind and that explains so much, young lovers always seem so prone to use their sense of touch. - Charles Ghigna
They say that love is always blind and that explains so much, young lovers always seem so prone to use their sense of touch.
A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder. - Charles Ghigna
A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder.
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