“I think that’s why I write—the not knowing and the blasted good feeling I get out of it all.” — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“If a book can save—redeem us from the mediocrity of the mundane—surely, there must be a God.” — Chila Woychik Book Copy Share Image
“I’ve learned to lick my own foul wounds and prize the taste of ache.” — Chila Woychik Pain Copy Share Image
“Today I fed him right off the bat, and only checked Facebook twice.” — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“A writer hopes never to offend, but if he must, pray let him offend the gods before the reviewers.” — Chila Woychik Book reviews Copy Share Image
“Support our troops!” we cry, but I say, “Love our veterans!” And when he neglects church, take him cookies anyway. Sing him… — Chila Woychik Post-traumatic-stress Copy Share Image
“Without the hard we stay too soft, and heaven is reduced to myths like life. Theology aside, it’s plain to see that… — Chila Woychik Comfort Copy Share Image
“I read a book, am vortexed in with no escape; my face contorts, eyelids frost, breath comes short, body longs, heart stop-starts.… — Chila Woychik Books Copy Share Image
“Nonfiction. I didn’t choose it as much as it chose me. It squatted and birthed me one raw winter day then jerked… — Chila Woychik Nonfiction Copy Share Image
“This world rubs me raw, scours me smooth like an SOS pad put to a grease-caked skillet. And pain: it stabs and… — Chila Woychik Death Copy Share Image
“I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for… — Chila Woychik Metaphor Copy Share Image
“Texting is a sex toy: pleasurable but a substitute for the real thing. Love has a face. Video chatting is good, but… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“When I pour a bowl of Uncle Sam’s cereal, I never know if I should stand when I eat, salute it first,… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“I was a late bloomer. I was still naïve about what 16 year olds today have known for years. I remember sitting… — Chila Woychik Coming of age Copy Share Image
“The unrelenting grip of Soldier’s Syndrome slips finger by slow finger. The marrow’s been affected—emotional leukemia at the deepest level. Transplants of… — Chila Woychik Healing Copy Share Image
“I suck the words word-dry to me, assimilated orderly at breakeye speed still hard and harder softer then line-lined book-dry ‘til not… — Chila Woychik Creativity Copy Share Image
“I die with the dying light, yet shine brighter as the darkness approaches. Soon I’ll be whittled to bone and stripped clean… — Chila Woychik Darkness Copy Share Image
“I’m a rat. I used to believe in the Golden Rule but now question it. It’s too easy to be snarky at… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“I’m engaged in the dance of the ages and the search for a song to go with it. Though Templeton’s A Veritable… — Chila Woychik Life Copy Share Image
“The tides wash up the Pearl of Great Price; I see it clearly. There it is: the secret so secret that even… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“When reading a book, one hopes it doesn’t turn into a painful process. Predictable is bad enough. Laborious is acceptable if the… — Chila Woychik Bad writing Copy Share Image
“Every once in a bestseller list, you come across a truly exceptional craftsman, a wordsmith so adept at cutting, shaping, and honing… — Chila Woychik Great writer Copy Share Image
“I don’t know what it’s like to be a friend any more than you do. I think “hard” when it should be… — Chila Woychik Friend Copy Share Image
“Oh God, for a few who will love me in tiny ways every single day of my flashing existence. For a mere… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“Let’s face it: suffering discredits goodness. I’m agnostic in practice though faith-based in theory. I used to pray but now know he’ll… — Chila Woychik Abuse Copy Share Image
“I feign knowledge of writing: that I know something about it, that I should have learned something after all these years, that… — Chila Woychik Classical education Copy Share Image
“I know more about Emily Bronte than anyone I know. I know enough about her family to have been a part. I’ve… — Chila Woychik Bronte Copy Share Image
“I’m typing away, wondering why I had that Pepsi Throwback at such a late hour. Caffeine is a compulsion. Art is an… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“I wish I could say he was a French professor, a French chef, or even a bilingual tutor, but I can’t. He… — Chila Woychik Exotic Copy Share Image
“I see an actress smoking a cigarette in an old Fred McMurray movie. She’s clever and beautiful and manipulative. I feel envy.… — Chila Woychik Acting Copy Share Image
“I continue to live inside a dichotomy: what was and what shall be. The pain in my skull is me trying to… — Chila Woychik Cognitive dissonance Copy Share Image
“Writing makes me hard, like a fisherman, and brown from the heat. Tossing out and reeling in is a job for visionaries… — Chila Woychik On-being-a-rat Copy Share Image
“In this book, much is metaphorical, not as it seems. It’s written for writing’s sake, as if I were to say, “Let… — Chila Woychik Books Copy Share Image
“I speak, I speak, and truth at that. Writers are a curious breed: brooding, fickle, alternately loving and hating their work—and each… — Chila Woychik Fickle Copy Share Image
“At least I could relate to Rose’s sense of adventure and Harriet Jones’ wacky determination and ingrained sense of responsibility. I can… — Chila Woychik Adventure Copy Share Image
“I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed with line upon… — Chila Woychik Creativity Copy Share Image
“Writing is a beast to tame, an energy to transform. Whip that toad into a prince and French kiss it to life.… — Chila Woychik Dreams Copy Share Image
“You want to get your book to press. You rush it through. Revision number twenty—done. Do you really need twenty more? Yes.… — Chila Woychik Books Copy Share Image
“A mist rises from a nearby mound. It could be me, that mist, or simply the caretaker’s mower-dust. If the breeze blows… — Chila Woychik Death Copy Share Image
