“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
“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
“I don’t need to write. Madness or suicide are other options, though not nearly as compelling. But I want to create; I… — Chila Woychik On-being-a-rat Copy Share Image
“Only seconds slip by without me scrambling for the aid of someone better, more knowledgeable, to walk beside. Writers are good for… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“God, O God, where art thou? Thou art as distant to me as the lady combing rice in the Yunnan Province of… — Chila Woychik Art Copy Share Image
“The setting sun threatened to consume me—it could have, you know. It would have been a beautiful death with an honorable eulogy:… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“The number seven is magical, they say. Seven years ’til our cells completely regenerate. Seven years ’til Jacob possesses Rachel, no, Leah,… — Chila Woychik Pain Copy Share Image
“PLEASE TELL ME YOU KNOW OF SYLVIA PLATH Conventions bleed my soul squeeze me old wear me grey like a headstone in… — Chila Woychik On-being-a-rat Copy Share Image
“Writing is making love under a crescent moon: I see shadows of what’s to come, and it’s enough; I have faith in… — Chila Woychik Books 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
“Split your skull—a hatchet works well enough. Take a more delicate instrument—a scalpel, perhaps—and make a hand-sized slit; it doesn’t matter where.… — Chila Woychik Brain surgery Copy Share Image
“Writing analogies are as abundant as ants at a picnic. We love nothing better than a good analogy, a “life-is-like-this” on the… — Chila Woychik Analogies Copy Share Image
“This piece of earth I billet grows small. Bullets of time dart past, dropping shards of opportunity at my feet. And until… — Chila Woychik Creativity Copy Share Image
“sunset and evening star hunching and bending sleeping and slipping virus pneumonia coughing and crying hope in the small things heaven looks… — Chila Woychik Darkness Copy Share Image
“Middle-age should be shot. Things about it gall me. First, that those younger despise the thought of getting old, and, hence, me.… — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“The Page awaits the Inspiration even as Inspiration roams the world of man, seeking a Page upon which to unfurl itself, body… — Chila Woychik Book Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to believe in boxes or one-way relationships; I’m naïve, you see. I’d rather moon the moon than flip off… — Chila Woychik Friends Copy Share Image
“I am Frustration. I am Memory-Lost. Sometimes I read a line a dozen times before it sticks. My creative force has slipped.… — Chila Woychik Fate Copy Share Image
“This isn’t a religious book though I mention God, not a medical advisory though I speak of pain. It’s a circus, a… — Chila Woychik Book Copy Share Image
