You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Well I mean, I understood the signature, but it's the whole "Writer Cat" thing I don't quite get.....
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
You must be swift as the coursing river, With all the force of a great typhoon, With all the strength of a raging fire, Mysterious as the dark side of the moon.
Warrior Princess wrote:Well I mean, I understood the signature, but it's the whole "Writer Cat" thing I don't quite get.....
My logic was, writers are some of the few not alarmed at getting ideas from voices in their heads. Ergo, this cat who is getting ideas from voices in his head is a writer.
A writer is a world trapped in a person— Victor Hugo
Ink is blood. Paper is bandages. The wounded press books to their heart to know they're not alone.
