What the First Line Is For

Sunday, November 16, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Words with the sunrise. Welcome. O/

Just write.

That's the advice writers, would be and are... Just write.

Van Gogh told another painter something like, "If a voice tells you that you can't paint... paint. And paint and paint. Only by working will that voice be quieted."

So, writers with your blocks... shut up.

And just write.

Kindly said, of course.

It's not like you suddenly forgot how to make a sentence, so make a sentence.

What's called writer's block, any creative block at all actually, is a matter of specifics.

It's not that you can't write; it's that you feel you can't write that.

That being whatever you want to write about.

Here's the cure, and Van Gogh knew it too: Just write or paint or create anything at all.

Making art of any kind is a physical process, and objects and Artists tend to stay in motion unless interrupted.

So shut up and stop getting in the way. Just write, paint, draw, play music.

Stick figures! Nouns and verbs! Notes and sounds!

It's what the first line in every Wonderfell morning post is for... takes the guess work out, gets the pen moving.

Artists, this is work.

Writers, every sentence made is a fulfillment of your profession.

Our work is all giving with no guarantee of worldly return for our time spent laboring.

All acts of Art are acts of generosity.

We share of ourselves what we value most in the craft best suited to ourselves.

For some it's words, others lines and brushstrokes, others the melodies and harmonies of music.

Life is ultimately about sharing Life. All Art is a conversation rooted in generosity.

This journal, these poems, this Epic I work on, are all ways to speak with you, for you, for us.

Vincent saw a starry night a certain way and thought he might help you to see it that way too.

Van Gogh didn't need paints to see his starry night; you do.

Mark Twain didn't need pen and ink to go on adventures with Huck and Tom; you do.

Beethoven didn't need a piano to hear the moonlight's sonata; you do.

All Art is generosity.

We can tell so much about a culture by the Art it values.

America's been a quick shock treatment entertain me now connoisseur culture for a century or so now.

But there's more to life than speeding it up.

There's quiet considerations.

A sunrise. A sunset. The wag of a dog. The purr of a cat. What laughter is for. And love. And wonder. And love.

What happens when you read, see a painting, hear a song?

How do you know me?

My dreams are here. I share them with your dreams every time you read.

Are we good friends yet?

Let's check.

Are you glad to see me wave? O/

That's your relationship meter for us: Your reaction to the Circle-Slash. O/

Thank you for sharing dreams every morning.

Thank you artists of all crafts for your generosity.

Thank you readers for your consideration and the dreams you bring to my words.

Take care and make wonderful this wonderful day.