I.C.P Workshop

“ Turn around and smell what you don't see. Close your eyes ... it is so clear. Here's the mirror, behind there is a screen ... on both ways you can get in. Don't think twice before you listen to your heart. Follow the trace for a new start. What you need and everything you'll feel is just a question of the deal. The path of excess leads to the tower of Wisdom. Try to think about it, that's the chance to live your life and discover what it is ... what's the gravity of love. Look around just people, can you hear their voice? Find the one who'll guide you to the limits of your choice. But if you're in the eye of storm, just think of the lonely dove. The experience of survival is the key ... To the gravity of love. “ Enigma.

"I want to write." ... Like those before me, I've said it before and I'll say it again, because that's what I am. A Writer. Like everyone else wants to be? Heh. That may be so. Funny how the world always finds that a suitable reminder to slap any whom dare to utter words of aspiration attributed to greatness. Is it really supposed to dishearten us? The way I've witnessed, it seems merely that quintessential glove-to-cheek challenge that can only motivate the ones who refuse to be thwarted. The ones with the thickest of skulls ... the calling. You know ... that inner black-hole desire which threatens to collapse your chest and consume you for the worst if you never fulfill it.

What Makes Me A Writer, you wonder?
The fact that I can put words together in an even mildly literate fashion?
The love for reading fueled by an overactive imagination?
The need to discover truth even in fiction?
That thirst for righting our wrongs by living lives not our own?
That core longing to put myself on the creative map?
Or merely all of the above and the ability to make it work for me?

There really is no one-or-the-other way of answering or even looking at what makes me or any writer tick. The same for knowing for sure what sort of writer we'll become or be viewed as. For me, my calling threads into so much that its difficult to pinpoint the initial drive after so many years coming and many more to go. What leaps to mind would be the way my fondness for all creations birthed from the written word and insatiable mind never diminishes but continues to evolve; yet, as with all things, still requires that personal (and soul-shaking) seedling planted and left to either be nurtured or not. For me, that would be what some deem the quintessential teacher, the one that stands out from the legions of others that come and go before you are done with school (or vice-versa). The one that made the point to pull me aside from the rest of the class, look me in the eye, and tell me that whatever I should so choose to do with my life that I should seriously consider writing. Now here I am, and here I remain true to it all. From my die-hard loyalty to collectible inspiration from other writers via books and movies ... the lyrical and voiceless siren call of music that I find essential in vibing to when in creation mode … down to the Angelou-acclaimed agony that is bearing an untold story inside of you. I find it all the sort of motivation that's about as subtle as a gun. Can that not be deemed a calling?

With due respect to the power of the written word, I write for the comfort of story & character dynamics ... for all the above and then some. While any money earned in the future remains that fundamental perk that my children and children's children will thank you for, as per the here and now, I elect this Blog page as the truest testament surpassing any critic's review as to how deep the fruits of my labors run within me. By offering freely the essence of my scrivener soul, outside the realm of my beloved industry of fiction, and reaping from it ONLY what is has meant to others. Paying forward the knowledge I take in and exercise for myself, as comes from other writers and blogs , but most close-to-home (and highly recommended) ... the Elements of Fiction Writing self-help series, of which ignited the flame from whence all that is Lanie Leigh Productions was birthed. This page stands dedicated to all notes, personal takes and perspective on the lot of them, and always with due credit to that which could only be deemed the wind all birds of my feather could benefit from having beneath their wings. For, at the beginning of every day, my own motives both ulterior and ultimate remains thus: 

“To see your world in a grain of sand, and make of it a gift unto the world ... such is a treasure the likes of which can be taken beyond the grave." Lanie Leigh.

Paying it Forward:
A Blogger Introduction

The Literary Honeymoon
An Invention-Construction-Performance Workshop